Charisma kept repeating after the plane crash was confirmed. Tears welled in her eyes along with mass confusion. Robert was gone and neither of them ever confirmed how they felt about each other. Did she love him or didn’t she? She searched around in her heart but couldn’t pull out the answer. Was it wrong to feel anything but remorse for him? Charisma walked toward the door. She was mobbed by a bunch of newspaper men. “Your uncle told us that Mr. Robert Edwards was your fiancé,” one of the said as he stuck a mike in her face. Charisma refused to acknowledge the comment. She pushed away from him. “Leave me alone,” she replied. “My friends are dead and all you are trying to do is get a story for a tabloid.” She ran past them, out of the room and headed upstairs for some peace. She’d have to hear her uncle’s announcement like everyone else, on the television. She made sure her door was closed and locked before hopping on the bed. Charisma used the remote control to flip on the television.
