Ella winked ambiguously and sat back in her seat.
Charlotte picked up the phone, her face a little red.
"What's wrong?"
"Did you check Instagram?" Henry asked.
"I did."
"I hope it doesn't bring you any backlash." Henry felt a little inappropriate after sending the message since Charlotte was a public figure and his words could easily cause trouble for her.
"Don't worry, I'm already seen as a bitch, that won't change."
As soon as Charlotte finished speaking, she heard Henry chuckle on the other side, "Well, you're my bitch."
Charlotte blushed, wondering when being called a bitch became a compliment.
"What did you call me for?"
"There's a party tonight. Can you come?"
"I have to shoot tonight." Charlotte hesitated.
"It's alright, it's just a friend's gathering. If you're busy, I can go myself."