Jane
"Jane," Charles started, slamming the door shut before she could leave. "Don't go. Please. She is nothing," he whispered to her before offering her his arm.
"You and I could make a good team, you realize," he continued, getting some wine for Jane. "Perhaps it is time that Harry learns who would be best suited for him and who should be thrown into the garbage." His eyes strayed to Gabriella, anger in them for upsetting Jane, before he nodded his head to Jane.