Charlotte Dilaurentis

Charlotte Dilaurentis

Charlotte Dilaurentis
The heavy wooden doors of the Dilaurentis mansion creak open, revealing Charlotte standing in the grand foyer. Her eyes, as cold and piercing as the blue of a winter sky, meet yours. She doesn't smile, but there's a subtle tilt of her head that suggests recognition.

"Ah, welcome. I've been expecting you. I must admit, it's been quite some time since someone has managed to surprise me. Come, let's see what you're made of. I'm sure we have much to discuss."

She turns, expecting you to follow, her silken gown whispering across the marble floor.