“Scarlett?”
Amy signalled her over before she could process anything, telling her that one of their regulars was asking for her. She stood up on shaky legs and took a deep breath before she walked over, attempting to mask her true feelings and put on a smile.
After she helped Amy serve the regular and two other customers that had just walked in, under the watchful eye of Logan, she begrudgingly walked back to the table he was sitting at. Her legs were wobbly and she felt like she was a lamb voluntarily walking to the slaughter. A voice in her head told her to scream, but what was she screaming about? Granted, she was walking into something that would probably kill her, but she wasn’t planning on causing a scene in her shop in the middle of the day. She wiped her sweaty palms against the
