~SCARLETT.
*~FLASHBACK~*
EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD.
The black car came to a halt in front of our mansion. Swinging the door open, I stepped out, and slammed it harder than necessary, my schoolbag dangling from my shoulder.
David, our driver, lowered the window slightly, "Tough day, Miss Scarlett?"
I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "You could say that."
Today had been a disaster. Mrs. Greene, my history teacher, had finally pushed me too far with her digs about my "privileged life." I'd been trying to ignore her all semester, but when she accused me of cheating on a test I'd studied all night for, I snapped. I'd stood up, told her exactly what I thought of her, and the class had gone silent. The principal called it "disrespectful behavior" and suspended me.
But none of that mattered. Daddy wou
