A new marriage. Charlotte liked the idea. Well, she liked the idea of having a sibling, and a dad. Her mum hasn't stopped talking about this new man she had met. They wanted to get married, and Charlotte had met the guy a few times. He seemed nice, and she hoped her new stepsibling would be too. "Charlie! Come downstairs! They'll be here in a minute!" her mum shouted, "Now, be nice, even if they aren't. Wow, thirteen years since there was a man in my life, and look at what he gave me!" Charlotte twirled in the white, angelic outfit: white jeans and a white shirt-sleeved top, and white converse. It was safe to say, white was Charlotte's favourite colour. She was excited, almost excited enough to jump up and down. Then the doorbell rang.