Scarlett’s POV
I returned to the table like nothing had happened.
Maria’s eyes widened the moment she saw me, the damp stain on my dress, the stiff set of my shoulders. She opened her mouth to ask questions, but I gave a tiny shake of my head.
Later. I wasn’t going to let Cassie win by making a scene.
I picked up my cocktail, flashing a dazzling smile at the new acquaintances still chatting away beside us, and joined their laughter like the perfect hostess I was trained to be. Every gesture, every smile, every word was deliberate.
Because inside, I was burning.
Inside, a part of me was snapping away from the woman I had been trying so desperately to hold on to.
The Scarlett who wanted to cry it out, who wanted someone to defend her, who wanted the world to be fair, that Scarlett was
