Never Too Late

Charlotte's POV

"You looked so beautiful, Charlotte," my brother said as he opened the passenger's door for me.

"Thank you, Hunter; you looked dashing with your business suit as always," I replied, smiling at my elder brother.

"I wished to wear jeans and a shirt, but I know you, you always wear fancy clothes every time you go out. I don't want to look like your driver." He stated, and I shook my head.

"Not anymore. I now realize fancy clothes and shoes, even bags and perfume, don't matter," I replied, and he looked amused by what I said.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked as he started the car.

"After you cut off my cards and all means I can use to buy anything I want, I realized expensive things are no longer important. I hated you after you froze all my cards and accounts." I responded.

"I am sorry, Charlotte. I don't want to see you suffer, but I needed to do it," he replied as he darted a glance at me.