Scarlet POV
I knew it would work. I knew if anything would distract Zain, it was my absolute failure at fashion. I know it’s a disaster, that’s why it’s been shoved in a bag, tied up, and hidden away for most of my life.
But he’s smiling now, and that’s exactly what I wanted. I needed to pull him back, make him laugh, remind him I’m here and he’s not alone.
Last night was awful. A mess. I wasn’t drunk enough to black out, but drunk enough that I didn’t realise what it could’ve triggered.
I knew Zain back then. I knew Danielle too, a little, just from seeing her when I hung out with him. I also saw what happened to him after. I watched him spiral. I was there for every ugly, painful moment. The nights he snuck out and went to parties, I followed. The nights he got too drunk to stand, I
