SCARLETTE
Working remotely somehow lessened the stress of the turmoil that was going on around me. Caelan had become more protective, yet he didn't want to admit that he was being protective, saying he was being more cautious because life was at stake. The last call I received from Devy, she said the security around her had tightened as well as Natasha. Dante had kept her close all the time—although she wouldn't like to complain, in fact, she loved it—the thing was it made her paranoid at some point. And from tomorrow, a charity ball would be held. Things have gotten even more exciting— or maddening. How could we act normally when things were not safe around us?
What happened in my apartment left a ghost of fear in my heart. If Devy felt paranoid, what should I call my state of mind? Th
