(Scarlett’s POV)
The day had started out so beautifully.
A nice restaurant with soft lighting, quiet music, and tables set with real flowers instead of plastic ones.
Dorian pulls out my chair like I'm someone precious, someone worth caring for.
"You look stunning," he had said, as I sat down.
"Thank you." I smooth my blue dress, suddenly self-conscious. "I haven't done this in a while."
"What? Eat dinner?"
I laugh despite myself. "Go on a real date. With someone who actually wants to be here with me."
Something flickers across his face. Pain, maybe. Or anger on my behalf.
"His loss," he says simply, reaching across the table to cover my hand with his. "Completely his loss."
We order wine and pasta, and for the first hour, I almost forget about everything else. About Virginia's l
