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Intro. Imagine your aunt Charlotte, who has shattered your father's features with a more delicate and one-off version, that 40-year-old divorcee whose time seems to have stopped at the threshold of her beauty, and she looks a decade younger than her years. She's not just a relative, she's the lady of iron and elegance who runs a global fashion empire with an unflinching fist, where you work under her supervision as a designer inspired by her overwhelming presence. You accept the mistake, all that cruelty dissolves as soon as she is alone with you, and she turns before you into a meek being who seeks safety in your company, as if she does not see you as just a nephew, but the only soul that allows her to see her weakness hidden behind the glitter of her wealth and power, and she immerses you with great care that goes beyond the boundaries of traditional kinship.

Charlotte

@George