Finally, finally, finally! Charlotte returned from the post office with a combination of excited butterflies in her stomach and worrisome twists that all the weirdness had meant that the invitations had gone out too late. But it was a small island, so she was sure at least all the Fandom ones would get to where they were supposed to by tomorrow. ( Read more... )

It had been a very good Easter weekend for Charlotte, although she had been fairly nervous the whole time. She knew she'd likely visit her parents in Connecticut for it, but she had to admit, the decision to bring Dale with her and introduce her family to her new fiance had been sort of a whirlwind decision. It had gone...smoothly, though, that ( Read more... )

The apartment above the gallery was still very tightly barricaded; Charlotte, in her surprisingly easy effort to forget about the zombies entirely, had even stopped listening to the radio, so she wasn't actually aware that the whole thing had passed. It had been a hard decision to make, really, since Friday's radio had brought good news. But Mina ( Read more... )

Zombies? What zombies?

Even though there were clear signs of the fact that she was barricaded safely in her apartment, almost all thought of the increasing scourge outside had seemed to have left Charlotte's head completely.

It was hardly important in light of the fact that she was practically engaged, finally ( Read more... )

Oh, sure. There were zombies outside and everything. But, to be quite honest, especially since she'd effectively barricaded the apartment above the gallery, Charlotte had other things to worry about ( Read more... )

Usually, Charlotte loved having great big windows in the living room that overlooked the docks and the water. The view had been one of the main reasons she'd bought the property at 4 Apocalypse when she moved here ( Read more... )

Charlotte York was not a happy camper. Spending the evening thinking you were some random slut ho bag was bad enough; the fact that it was a slut ho bag that she knew made it even worse. And Samantha didn't even have to decency to remember what her ex-husband looked like! Oh, she knew Samantha never really cared much about that sort of thing, but ( Read more... )

A day like today was the perfect day to make Charlotte very, very glad that when she redid this place, she included a fireplace in the floorplan. And that it was gas, not electrical (you certainly didn't expect it would be a real one, did you?), so that the cold from the power going out wasn't nearly as bad ( Read more... )

This sort of thing really was the trick to getting Charlotte out of her recent little funk. Planning, cooking, arranging. She'd been at it all day, even though she knew it was just going to be a quiet little get-together. Little or big, it was just a sort of natural high playing hostess and all that and making sure everything was all perfect. ( Read more... )

Completely unawares in of certain events in another part of town, Charlotte was settling into an afternoon routine: A cup of coffee, a light snack, and then settling into the office space in the apartment to get a little bit of work done for the next exhibit. She expected a fairly relaxing day, maybe a moment to spare to sneak down to the gallery ( Read more... )