"It was....it was...it was Scarlett' s father. I didn't know until I saw his pictures on her refrigerator..."
"See? Do you really think you know him?" Francesca said , a victorious grin on her red lips. "You don't know who he is. You think you changed him? Then why did he keep a secret like this from you? You think he is good from within? What good person leaves a cold, bleeding man and runs away, never to come back? He killed your father, Scarlett. Are you still sure you know the person you are getting married to?"
My knees buckled beneath me and I flopped down on the couch, my head spinning. Francesca gave me a sympathetic pat on my shoulders and then left. I stared blankly out of the window. I still couldn't believe what I heard. My heart doesn't want to believe. But it was true. It
