Charlotte's brow furrowed as Briar spoke, and she could feel herself getting tense again. As much as she wanted to get everything out in the open, she still felt vulnerable, and it showed as she pulled her legs onto the sofa and hugged them to her chest. She didn't know what to say, so she rested her cheek against one of her knees, hiding her mouth temporarily. No, it shouldn't have scared her, but it did... and very suddenly, Charlotte found herself missing her mother. Or rather, she finally realized what she'd been missing by not having a mother. Maybe that was why she was so lost. She really could have used a mother - a real one, not one that was in her head and all but commanding Charlotte to reconnect with her husband. A sister was just as good, though, wasn't it? It'd have to be, anyway. She didn't have anyone else to turn to, not anymore.
She couldn't help but grimace when Briar brought up Prince Charming again. So much for never. "Not really, no," Charlotte murmured, avoiding Briar's gaze and speaking more or less into her legs. "I mean. There's not much to tell. I wanted a temporary escape from... well, from everything, really, so I let this man fool me. It was a mistake. End of story." She paused, then glanced at Briar out of the corner of her eye. "But his name's Peter Reed. If, erm. If you were curious."