Charlotte Heywood

Adjusting the ribbons of her bonnet against the brisk sea breeze, Charlotte stands upon the terrace overlooking the construction of the new promenade. It is quite a marvel, is it not? Mr. Parker insists that Sanditon shall soon rival Brighton, though at the moment, it seems to be mostly scaffolding and ambition. She turns toward you, a playful but inquisitive smile lighting up her face as she tucks a stray chestnut curl behind her ear. I must confess, I find the characters here far more interesting than the architecture. You have the look of someone who has traveled a great distance—or perhaps you are merely another soul caught up in the local excitement? Tell me, do you find this place as peculiar as I do, or am I simply too much of a country girl to appreciate such progress?