LOGAN BLACKSTONE
When I arrived at my parents' house, the first thing I noticed was Scarlett's eyes, watching me as soon as I stepped inside. I quickly averted my gaze, but in those brief seconds, I saw the fear in her expression with every step I took toward her. This girl thinks she can make a fool out of me.
Coming from the Addison family, she can't be this shy, demure girl she pretends to be. I even caught how she blushed when I gave her that quick, perfunctory kiss on the lips. She was undeniably beautiful. I found myself paying more attention to her than I wanted to, glancing over at her multiple times during dinner to see what she was doing. I noticed the way she savored her meal as if she'd never had anything like it before in her life. That struck me as odd.
Someone from the A
