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[color=AFB3E0]Time:[/color] Late Morning
[color=AFB3E0]Location:[/color] Sorian Beach
[color=AFB3E0]Interaction:[/color] [@FunnyGuy] Lorenzo
[color=AFB3E0]Attire:[/color][url=i.imgur.com/gFdmp8B.jpg] Bathing Suit [/url], Light-colored beach sandals, Hair loose[/center][/color]
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Charlotte felt her shoulders ease with tension as Layla finally departed, her hopes riding on this being their last encounter. She couldn't help but feel a subtle spark of excitement as she considered the prospect that they may finally all get to have a little bit of fun. However, there remained an issue before she could even consider such a thing. Her gaze drifted toward her father, his words echoing in her mind once more.

[color=salmon]"[i]Lottie had no hand in this! Please, spare her from suffering! I'll bear any burden! Just shield her from that wretched Calbert Damien![/i]" [/color]

Her expression shifted as she frowned. Without a word, she knelt down before her father and enveloped him in a tight, heartfelt hug. It may have been the first hug they had shared in days. Though that quarrel days ago had estranged them, his words reminded her that, despite everything, they both wanted the same thing. 

[color=AFB3E0] "Everything's okay, Lorenzo. No one is going to suffer and I am right here."[/color] 

After a moment, she gently broke the embrace and extended her hands toward him. [color=AFB3E0]"Ready to stand?"[/color]

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