SCARLETT
The two days passed the way time passed when you were dreading something specific. Too fast in the moments you weren't thinking about it and unbearably slow in the ones you were.
I spent the first day doing ordinary things with extraordinary deliberateness. I helped mom rearrange the sitting room flowers she'd been complaining about. I called Tessa and talked about nothing important for an hour. I ate dinner at the table and listened to mom talk about the Paris invitation and watched Simon across from me being exactly what he always was in front of her, composed and attentive and completely unreadable.
He didn't look at me differently. Didn't give anything away. Just sat there being Simon Laurent while I sat across from him knowing what was coming and feeling the weight of it p
