*CHAPTER 1 : Charlotte rose 🌹
Charlotte Rose lived a life that never really felt like hers.
Her mornings began before sunrise, in a house that was never quiet—only tired. The faint smell of alcohol, the tension in the walls, the constant fear of doing something wrong… it was all routine now.
Her father drank.
Her mother didn’t care.
Her brother blamed.
And Charlotte… endured.
She worked three jobs, not because she dreamed big, but because her family did—through her.
Yet somehow, she remained soft.
Charlotte was the kind of girl people overlooked at first glance… and then couldn’t forget once they truly saw her.
Delicate features, like they had been carved with too much care.
Clear skin, tired eyes that still held kindness. Soft delicate lush lips rosy and beautiful , her eyelashes long lush her hair always in a bun or a braid long and lush.
She was soft spoken had a childish personality with those she felt safe.
hope you like this storyy
It’s my first one btw
