CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THREE – GOSSIP SCENE

After Henry left, Charlotte found herself enveloped in a crushing hug from Maggie. "You did it, girl! I don't know how, but you bloody did it!" Mr. Davies, his eyes red-rimmed but clear, stepped forward. "Miss Charlotte," he said gruffly. "I'm not a man of many words, but what you've done for my boy, for my pub... there's no repaying that." Charlotte felt tears prick her eyes. "There's nothing to repay, Mr. Davies. The pub, you, Maggie - you gave me a chance when I had nothing. This was the least I could do." That evening, "The Rusty Anchor" was closed to the public. Instead, it was filled with laughter, music, and the warmth of impromptu celebration. Miners, shopkeepers, and even a few curious gentry crowded in, all eager to congratulate Mr. Davies and share in the joy. Amidst the revelry, Charlotte slipped out for a breath of air. She found Richard waiting in the alley, a proud smile on his face. "Word travels fast," he said, pulling her into his arms. "You're quite the hero, Lot