SCARLETT
Three days after Olivia's brunch, Simon announced that they were attending a charity gala.
“You don't have to come,” he said at breakfast, not looking at me. “Cynthia will understand.”
“I'm coming,” I said too quickly and both of us stared at ourselves.
Cynthia smiled, relieved. “Good! You need to get out more, homey. Plus, all the right people will be there.”
Right people meaning people like Olivia. I should've said no but instead I agreed.
Later that afternoon when I got to her room, I saw a dress laid on my bed. The dress was everything it was meant to be, purple, elegant and flawless. I could only imagine how I would look on this dress.
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The ballroom was quite the scenery. Women wore dresses that cost more than their old house. Simon wore a black tailored suit with
