Chapter Nineteen
When Scarlett opened her bedroom door in the morning, having fallen back into a fitful sleep until after nine, she dressed in blue jeans and a toffee-colored tank top with a light dressy sweater overtop. She had applied only a light coating of makeup, and she slipped on her open-toe sandals as she stepped out, then stopped midway to the kitchen, seeing her mom, Ivy, Mason, and Naomi sitting in the living room, watching her.
“Good morning,” she said as she stumbled a second.
“Good morning, Scarlett. Come and sit down,” her mother said, and Ivy patted the empty spot beside her on the sofa.
The last thing Scarlett wanted to do was talk with anyone about her life, her problems. She didn’t think her ego could take any more of a beating. “Mind if I get a coffee?” she said, b
