I inhale, stepping into my room in the most photographed residence in the land, overwhelmed, happy, honored. His chief of staff asked me to take you to see him, once you were ready.” “The president will be right across the hall. I clear my throat as I take in the luxurious bedroom before me. “It’s the Queens’ Bedroom,” she explains.
Now here I am, inhaling as I take in the room. The Secret Service at my door, very early this morning. The only other time I’ve ever been this excited was when he asked me to join his campaign.īut for slow, things sure are moving fast. I can try this role on for size-and even though it already feels gargantuan, I’m excited. If he can put his country first, so can I. I know his greatest fear is not being able to have both, and he sacrificed his personal needs for those of his country. Matt began his presidency without a wife. Still, not for a second would I think of denying him. He made it clear from the start that he didn’t want a family, and I’m not sure I’ll bear my heart getting broken twice. The affair I had with Matthew Hamilton before he became president. The one thing I took for myself, without concern for anyone else.
Oh yes, I thought to myself, I could, but I didn’t want to think of the one selfish act that, if discovered, could have shamed my mother terribly. “I don’t know if I’m terribly proud or terribly concerned right now.” “Don’t tell anyone yet, not until the president gives the press conference.” Knowing, also, that I’ll do anything for him-to be close to him.Īs I spoke, I was fully aware of a group of Secret Service agents, my new detail, outside my door. “Yes,” I lied, as I packed, nervous, excited, knowing only that I’d do anything to make a difference, and that this is the best chance I’ll ever get to make a mark. “Charlotte, are you sure about this?” my mother asked this morning.
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