SCARLETT BLACKSTONE
When Logan first mentioned the masquerade ball, my stomach twisted itself into knots. I was both excited and nervous, knowing that my family would be there, and Bella would surely be doing her best to rattle me. My friends spent the week reassuring me, reminding me that I had every right to be there, to stand my ground. As I prepared for the evening, I felt a mix of anxiety and resolve. Bella’s tactics wouldn’t change, but this time, I was determined to face them head-on.
As we left our duplex, butterflies flitted in my stomach, but I held onto my composure. Logan noticed my unease and leaned in, his voice soft and steady. “You’re Mrs. Blackstone now, not Scarlett Addison,” he whispered. “It’s time to embrace that.”
His words settled over me like a calming blanket, a
