In spite of how she liked to portray herself, Charlotte cared a great deal about what other people thought of her. Back home, she knew that she was constantly being judged by her friends, family and even strangers on the street. Her family was somewhat prominent in the area, and the dark-haired girl had always done her best to make her parents look good, and act like she had been raised right—and being raised right meant dating nice boys and acting like a lady. With the exception of her friends who were across town somewhere, probably tipsy and gossiping, there was no one in the city from Beverly who knew her, and Charlotte wasn't worried about what anyone would think of her. 

Although she was conscious of social standings, Charlotte didn't think of herself as shallow. If she was, she wouldn't have agreed to see Noah again, or wanted to hang out with him that afternoon. He was fun, different from what she was used to but she had to wonder what he wanted with her when his life in the city was clearly so much more exciting than hers. Even though Noah said otherwise, the tattoos on his arm and his interest in the architecture around Boston said otherwise. He was an interesting guy, and Charlotte went to brunch. It was an unlikely match to say the least.

“You'd come all the way out to Beverly?” she asked, surprised. That was quite the gesture for a first date. “Remind me to give you my address.” Boston was daunting during the day, but Charlotte really didn't want to get lost in the city at night. It would be best to go with Noah. She was already excited to see him again, even though they were already hanging out for the afternoon. 

The line into the church was moving slowly, but Charlotte didn't mind as much as Noah. She laughed softly as he complained, and shook her head. “I'm not bored,” she assured him as she stood on her toes once more to see how close they were to the door. “Do you want to leave?” she questioned, shuffling forward as more people entered the church. Soon enough, they were only ten people away from the entrance and Charlotte could just about see inside. She could already tell that it was gorgeous, but she didn't blame Noah for sneaking in when it was less crowded.

“Tell me about the church,” she said, smiling, “since I'm annoying tourist, I need a tour guide.”