SCARLETT “Good evening and welcome to Velour,” my voice comes out smooth, professional. “Can I start you with something from the bar or —?” “You work here?” Sylvia asks, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. I force a smile. “Yes. Can I get you something?” She pouts; “You don’t have to be rude, Scarlett dear. Mother said you moved out of the house. How are you surviving? You look so exhausted. Have you been stress eating? You can barely fit into your uniform.” Her voice is tinged with sympathy, but there’s no denying the cruel mockery that simmers underneath. I would give anything to poke my fingers into her eyes, but I square my shoulders and hand them the electronic menu. “I can come back if you’re not sure —” “Life has really been terrible to you, Scarlett.” Sylvia cuts in, desperate to get a reaction out of me. “Recovering from a heartbreak and being forced to work?” She shudders, clutching Drake’s arm like it’s the most horrible feeling in the world. “I can’t
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