Although we weren't related by blood, Charlotte and I have lived in this mansion for as long as we could remember. We hadn't any parents or siblings, at least not any that we would've known about, so as far as I was concerned, my family was the mansion. The guards, the butler, the maids, that was home to us.
Charlotte was a sister to me, always trying to look out for my "wellbeing."
"Maggie," she'd say proudly "you've got to take some risks. If you don't you'll never truly experience life!" Said the lady who then promptly got her hair stuck in a blender! "Charlotte, you're insane! Your poor hair!" I said. Ah, her poor, beautiful hair. I've always fancied her much prettier than I was. Her dark, smooth brown hair slipped into a ponytail at the back, always curling just the right way near the ends. My blonde hair was always messy despite my sided ponytail. I think most people thought it was adorable. The butl