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she added with a smile. Scarlett feigned a smile throughout the entire ride as she watched Daphne ramble about how elaborate the wedding was going to be. It was obvious that she was not just about the money, she loved Nick, her husband-to-be. She called him 'sugar'. It was supposed to be a sweet name, but Scarlett was already thinking about what insects did to sugar when it was not cleaned up immediately.

Prisca screamed. Scarlett carefully dropped the tray on the table and gave out a loud burp. “Disgusting!” Prisca snapped. “Whatever, I can’t waste my manners on you” she cooed. “You don’t have manners at all, you should literally stop making up for yourself,” Prisca retorted. Scarlett smiled while approaching her, “let me have them!” she ordered. Prisca handed over the clothes to her without uttering a single word. Scarlett looked at the dresses one after the other and handed over a black silky gown, with diamonds sparkling all over it like stars to her, she looked at it for a moment and smiled happily.

" Why do you have to look like that idiot so much huh , you took everything he has , eyes , hair , nose, mouth *sighs* you did not even inherit anything from me even though I suffered so much because of you and you still did not pity me and look like me so things will easy for us but you went ahead and took that son of a bitch face , making it difficult for me to move on and forget about him . She said sobbing and cradles him in her arms . TWO WEEKS LATER Scarlett boards a plane going to Toronto in Ontario, it wasn't easy to say good to her honey pumpkin and her aunt and uncle but she had too . She promised to come back for her son after she finds Toronto safe for him and yeah to call him

I’d taken her devotion for granted and belittled the very woman who’d given up everything to stand beside me. It had been years since I’d felt that kind of joy with her—the kind that made everything else asides us seem irrelevant. Before Marcus could continue, the door opened. Scarlett swept in, dressed in a sleek red dress that hugged her figure, her expression one of practiced sympathy. “Alexander,” she cooed, moving to my side and resting a hand on my arm. “You look exhausted. Still no word from Evelyn? I hate to say it, but… maybe the rumors are true. Maybe she really did find someone else. I mean, she was just an omega. Perhaps she felt she couldn’t keep up with—”

CHAPTER 71 Scarlett I ended the call with Damien and then made my way home to prepare for dinner with the First Lady. I got to the mansion and found Zoe trying to catch Miguel's attention while he constantly kept ignoring her. Gina was in the living room watching cartoons with her nanny. I greeted her and then made my way upstairs to take a shower. It was going to be stressful choosing my outfit so I just got one that wouldn't give me trouble. “I'll be down in a minute please get the car ready," I said to Miguel over a call before I grabbed my purse and made my way downstairs.

She smiled at the camera and began her narration, “These Honeycrisp apples are perfect for making pies. My grandfather has grown them for thirty years…” Then, a young man dressed in Carhartt overalls and carrying a wooden ladder approached her from the background. When he called out her name, she turned around with a smile even more radiant than before. The man propped the ladder against the tree and held her firmly by the waist as she climbed up. The gesture was both intimate and familiar, as if they had done it a thousand times. I stared intently at the screen, feeling something burning inside me. I was trembling from rage at the knowledge that she would rather be picking fruits in the cou

I thanked her and hugged her and went upstairs and texted Lucia that it was on. Scarlett did my face that evening. She took her time with it, blending and shading and standing back to check me in the light, and when she finished she turned me toward the mirror and I did not recognize the girl in it. The forest green dress I had picked for myself caught the light along one shoulder, my hair fell the way she had arranged it, and I looked like somebody with money and a name and a reason to walk into a room like Dominic Ford's. Scarlett had not touched her own makeup. Before she could, Sparrow came down, checked his watch, and said it was time to go, and she went with her hair half done and her

Scarlett ran after the prince as fast as her itching body could carry her. It was one thing to run in an open field, on solid ground and a smooth path. In the forest, one wrong turn could send her crashing into a tree or a hole in the ground, especially when her skin was on fire. After several minutes, Scarlett was forced to admit to herself that even she could not outrun a Hova. She stopped and fell on her knees, panting as if her lungs were trying to leave her chest just to get a bit of air.

I was amazed at the splendor of the ancient dwelling’s decorum. I couldn’t stop my mind from expounding on his romantic, outdated behavior. If the snow clung to our clothes and fell like dusty powder onto the carpet with every step that Nevi took was removed and the lighting stayed as it was, and we dressed in smoking jackets and flowing robes, we could have passed for Rhett Butler and Scarlet O’Hara. He’d swept her up the stairs in an unforgettable scene in Gone with the Wind in a manner similar to the way Nevi carried me now. Did Nevi watch the movie? Is it where he got the idea? My honey was an incurable romantic and I loved it.

Wayne also lifted his head, his arm naturally resting on her shoulder. Scarlett felt the weight but didn't move. Her hand, which hung at her side, slowly curled into a fist. From a distance, they really did look like a couple. Romantically gazing at the stars... However, all the beauty of the moment was shattered by what had happened that morning. Scarlett had gone to work in the morning but had to return halfway because she forgot her notebook for class. She went upstairs to get it, and as she passed by the study on the first floor, she noticed the door was slightly ajar.