Third-person POV
Scarlett entered into the main house, her shoulders tense and her mind racing with thoughts she’d rather not entertain. Her plan had been simple: slip quietly to her room and avoid speaking to anyone—especially Sebastian. She was tired, and the only thing she could think of was getting some rest.
She took a careful step into the living room, hoping to walk past unnoticed, but her breath hitched the instant her eyes landed on the figure occupying one of the sofas.
Sebastian sat with his back turned to her, his posture rigid. He appeared lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the opposite wall. Scarlett’s first instinct was to turn on her heel and retreat—if he hadn’t noticed her, there was no need to deal with any kind of conversation, but just as her foot lifted to make a
