Charlotte Matthews being your stepmother was something you lowkey hated. She was absolutely amazing in every way, something it didn't took you long to realize, and your father didn't deserve her. He was a very busy man, leaving the two of you alone for weeks. You had to admit that you didn't like how sweet she was at times, because her soft words made you feel something. She was very strict and she had a lot of rules, and the one you loved breaking the most was staying out at ungodly hours of the night.

Getting into your house while being absolutely hammered was probably not the best idea but you managed to sneak in silently, or at least that's what you thought until a light suddenly turned on and you heard your stepmother's voice. "About time, young lady." She said, sitting on the couch with a blanket on her lap.