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Married Before Midnight - Married Before Midnight by Sienna Quinn - Chapter 62
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Married Before Midnight
Chapter 62: Confessions Under the Stars
The Carter house was alive with warmth and laughter as Charlotte stepped through the front door, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla wrapping around her like a familiar embrace. Sweet Beginnings had closed early for the weekend, and the entire family had gathered—Eleanor bustling in the kitchen, Olivia kneading dough with practiced ease, Hannah perched at the counter with a ledger, and the twins, Lillian and Emily, bickering over a board game while Ava refereed. Lucas leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching it all with quiet amusement.
Charlotte dropped her bag by the stairs, exhaling the tension of the week. “There she is!” Eleanor wiped flour-dusted hands on her apron before pulling Charlotte into a hug. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten where home was.” “Never,” Charlotte murmured, breathing in the comforting scent of sugar and spice. Olivia’s sharp eyes flicked up from the dough. “You look… different.” Hannah smirked without glancing up from her ledger. “Like someone who’s been thinking too hard about a certain someone.” Charlotte’s cheeks flamed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Lucas chuckled. “That’s the worst lie you’ve ever told.”
The twins abandoned their game, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Spill,” Emily demanded. “Later,” Charlotte muttered, but the knowing glances exchanged between her sisters told her she wouldn’t escape unscathed.
Dinner was a lively affair, filled with stories and teasing, but Charlotte barely tasted her food. Her mind kept drifting back to Jameson—his smirk, the way his fingers had brushed hers during their scene, the way he’d looked at her like she was the only person in the room. After dessert, Eleanor shooed them all out of the kitchen, insisting she’d handle cleanup.
The sisters migrated to the living room, where Hannah flopped onto the couch and pinned Charlotte with a look. “Okay, enough stalling. What’s going on with you and Jameson Blackwell?” Charlotte groaned, sinking into an armchair. “Nothing.” Olivia arched a brow. “You’ve been sighing all night. That’s not nothing.” Ava, ever the peacemaker, nudged Charlotte’s knee. “You can tell us.” Charlotte hesitated, then exhaled. “Fine. We’re… working on this short film together. And the script is about fake dating turning into real feelings.”
Lillian gasped. “He wrote it?” “Yes.” Emily squealed. “That’s so romantic!” Hannah, ever analytical, tilted her head. “And how do you feel about that?” Charlotte buried her face in her hands. “I don’t know. He’s infuriating. Arrogant. And yet—” “You like him,” Olivia finished softly. Charlotte peeked through her fingers. “Maybe.” The room erupted into giggles and cheers.
Later that night, the sisters piled into Olivia’s room, blankets and pillows strewn across the floor in a makeshift nest. The twins had smuggled in a bowl of popcorn, and Ava had brought her favorite chocolate stash. “Okay, details,” Lillian demanded, tossing a kernel at Charlotte. “What’s it like kissing him?” Charlotte choked. “We haven’t—! It’s acting!” Hannah smirked. “But you wanted it to be real.”
Charlotte groaned, flopping onto her back. “Ugh, fine. Yes. He’s… different when it’s just us. Not the smug theater prodigy everyone sees. He listens. He remembers things. And when we were filming that scene…” She trailed off, pressing her hands to her warm cheeks. Olivia’s expression softened. “You’re falling for him.” Charlotte sighed. “I think I already have.” A comfortable silence settled over them, broken only by the rustle of blankets. Then Olivia spoke again, her voice quieter. “I know what that’s like.” All eyes turned to her. Hannah frowned. “Mason Lee?” Olivia nodded, twisting the edge of her blanket. “I kept telling myself it was just… fleeting. But when he disappeared, I realized how much I missed him. How much I wanted him here.” She swallowed. “I think I love him.” The room fell silent, the weight of the confession settling over them. Charlotte reached for Olivia’s hand. “Then tell him.” Olivia laughed weakly. “Easier said than done.” Hannah smirked. “Says the girl who can’t even text Jameson.” Charlotte threw a pillow at her.
Under the glow of the moon, the Carter sisters stayed awake long into the night, sharing secrets, dreams, and the unshakable bond that had carried them through every storm. And for the first time, Charlotte didn’t feel so alone in her tangled emotions. Because love, it seemed, was a family affair.