Scarlett's Pov
The fabric of my dress was starting to cling uncomfortably to my skin, and the hours I had spent in it made every inch of me itch with frustration.
I had intended to drive straight to Sebastian’s place after leaving my father’s house and getting off the phone with him, but the thought of sitting in this damn dress any longer was unbearable.
So, instead of heading there right away, I turned in the direction of the house I shared with Richard, making a mental note of the fact that I needed to change out of this dress, and I also needed to pack.
There was no way I’d stay in that house longer than I had to, but I needed a few things for the next few days. Clothes, essentials, and a moment to breathe before I walked into the next chapter of my life—whatever that might be.
