Troubled Conversation

Scarlett's pov

-It is going to be fine, babe. Call me when you're done speaking to him. I'll be there.

A little smile curled on my lips as I read a message from Gavin. He was so charming. If only I was mated to him from the beginning…

I quickly finished my food, rushed towards my father's office, and knocked on the door.

"Come in," he said.

I heaved a breath, hoping that my erratic heart would calm down a bit.

"Iris, be with me, girl," I whispered under my breath and opened the door.

"Dad, you said that you wanted to talk," I told him.

He looked up from the papers he was working on and nodded his head. "Yes. We do need to talk, don't we? Sit down, Scarlett."

Trying my best to hide my apprehension, I closed the door behind me and sat down. He closed the files and placed both arms on the desk. Leaning forward against it, he looked at me like he was trying to read me. His face was contorted into a deep frown and I knew that I wasn't going to like this conversation at all.

"Okay, s