Scarlett
I fumed with anger as I stalked back to my room and threw the door shut. Jesus, what kind of people lived in this house?
I thought rich people ought to be sophisticated and well-mannered but here it was the exact opposite. The richer the people the more uncultivated and mean they were. How can Elia marry a woman like that? Was good-looks all he cared about?
"None of my business," I grumbled to myself and climbed inside the duvet. It was almost four in the morning. My entire schedule for the day went down the gutter.
Oh wait! I don't have a schedule!
"Jesus," I grimaced and closed my eyes, hoping the memory of that delicio
