"What were you doing, wife?"
Niccoló's voice rang out in now empty bathroom. The light enhanced the smoothness of the material of the shirt Scarlett wore, even if Scarlett didn't do anything bad, her actions spoke for everything, her flinching, and her fear, her habit of twiddling with something whenever she was scared or nervous. Niccoló was a keen observer. This time Scarlett looked terrified, as though she was searching for her actions, her false actions, she looked down at Niccoló's shiny leather shoes, never wavering, as if her eyes were stuck.
The truth was- Scarlett didn't knew if she made a mistake or not, she was terrified of the fact that she was utterly unaware of her mistake, but she didn't dare question, she couldn't. She has been told to shut up, forever, she was never allo
