Trapped In Her Heart

"What? What the hell are you talking about Noah? How can I go on a date with just anyone when I—" stopping midway, Sebastian tried to calm himself down.

"When you what?" Ava asked.

Taking a deep breath, Noah explained, "Okay, listen to me Seb. Things are gonna be really chaotic and difficult if aunt Reb comes back and you know what I am talking about." 

"I don't understand, what—"

Cutting Sebastian off, Ava snapped, "He is talking about you and Ellie you idiot. If mom comes back, she will keep clinging onto your peaceful life and wreck your peaceful life. You won't be able to spend time and roam around with El and my life is going to be more difficult than it already was because she will force me to go on a date with that creepy guy." 

Looking at Ava who was on the verge of crying, Noah sighed, "Exactly my point."

"You can just show your face and then walk out," Owen suggested.

"Yes, it's not like you need to stay there and chat with her," Calvin added.

After thinking about it quite some time, Sebastian reluctantly nodded his head. He didn't want his mom to wreck what he had with Ellie and it's not like he would stop hanging out with her because of his mother. He wanted their relationship to run smoothly without any hindrance until they figure out what would happen next.

…..

2 p.m

Liplop Cafe.

Grumpily making his way towards a woman who was busy checking out her nails, Sebastian sat down right across her.

Raising her brows, Charlotte asked, "What are you doing here?" 

"Aren't you Mr Nelson's niece?" He frowned.

Placing her hand on her c.h.e.s.t, she gasped, "Are you Sebastian Yogurt?" 

"Yogurt? It's Stewart," he frowned deeper.

Tilting her head, she asked, "What's the difference?" 

"What?" 

"I mean what is the difference between Yogurt and Stewart? It sounds the same to me." Without waiting for his reply, Charlotte added, "Okay, let's forget about that for now." 

Taking out a paper from her Louis Vuitton bag, she continued, "Okay so answer a few questions first."

"What—"

Cutting him off, she started firing him with her questions. "Name any two fashion brands." 

When Sebastian gave her a weird look, she muttered, "I knew it," before scratching it out.

"Hey, I am not here to play a quiz or something with you." He was already frustrated over the fact that he had to come on a forced date with another woman when he was missing Ellie a lot and now Charlotte's irritating behaviour was making him feel more frustrated.

"Yeah, I know you are here with a hope that I would willingly date you just because you are some kind of rich businessman but—" snapping her fingers, she added, "Well hello mister, you need to have something more than just money to date Charlotte Adam's."

"Who wants to date you?"

Helplessly shaking her head, she sighed, "You, you want to date me and that is the reason why you are here." 

Keeping the paper inside her bag, she added, "Okay, I'll give you a last chance because uncle wants me to be good to you. So tell me any three shades of pink."

"Shades of pink? Pink is a colour so what shades?" He snapped.

Giving him a weird cringey look, Charlotte grabbed her bag. "God bless the woman who will date you." Without waiting for his reply, she started walking out of the cafe.

"Hey stop," Sebastian called her out.

"What is it?"

"What do you mean by God bless the woman who dates me?" Her remark was making him feel uncomfortable and self conscious and now he wanted to know what Charlotte was talking about not because he cared what she thought. He was just worried that Ellie would never date him because something was seriously very wrong with him. 

Glancing at her watch, she sighed, "I have a facial schedule in an hour but I'll still help you out with this." 

Sitting down in her seat, she crossed her arms in the front. "Hmm, God bless the woman who will date you because you have zero fashion sense." 

When Sebastian frowned, she added, "I mean just look at yourself in the mirror, look at the clothes you are wearing. Well, I know that is a Burberry suit but look at that colour." 

Looking at his suit, he said, "It's black."

"It's dull, I mean what kind of a retard wears a black suit, white shirt and weird looking plaid tie on a date with a woman as beautiful as me?" She asked.

After losing her parents at the age of five, Charlotte had been pampered and brought up like a real princess by her maternal uncle, Albert Nelson. 

Twenty-six years Charlotte Adam's was a self obsessed woman who cared about nothing but fashion. Her day started with praising her morning face and ended with praising her flawless night skin again. She cared more about her nails than real people which made her unique in her own way. 

There were a lot of men who wanted to date her but they obviously never excited the fashion obsessed Charlotte. She wanted to date someone like herself, someone who would be as obsessed as she is for fashion. 

Though she had a very high IQ in fashion, her knowledge over other things was negligible.

"You see Mr Yogurt, you gotta make sure that you choose your date clothes according to the location." Looking around, she asked, "Why do you think I wore this informal red dress today?"

"Because you wanted to?" Sebastian answered.

"No dummy because it's a cafe. Now if we were supposed to meet for dinner in some restaurant then I would be wearing a straight long dress but look at you, wearing a suit for a cafe date." She sighed and helplessly shook her head.

Looking at his suit once again, he frowned wondering what was so wrong about it.

"You should be wearing something informal for a cafe date and this kind of suit for a formal dinner date." When he gave her a blank look, she g.r.o.a.n.e.d, "I feel like I am talking to a dead body." 

Keeping quiet for quite some time, he asked, "So you mean I don't look nice in this suit?" 

"Hmm, I won't lie to you because I pity people like you who have zero fashion sense. It does look good because God is kind enough to grace you with a pretty face but that face is of no use if you don't know how to dress up or match colors." Charlotte explained.

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