Chapter 43

SCARLETT

Against my wishes, I had forced myself back to the table outside, apologizing to everyone including Kelvin who I would have loved to punch in the face.

"It's good you came back to your senses, Scarlett," My father said and placed a plate of grilled chicken before me. "Learn to put your manners in check,"

I would have loved to paste this plate on his face just to put him in check but I knew I couldn't even do that. Not even if I dared to.

My mother joined a few moments later and I was sure she had spent a good deal of time in her room crying over something she had ruined herself. Her face was dried and covered in light makeup to cover the red, puffy cheeks.

She took my hands and squeezed. Feeling quite uncomfortable with the touch, I slowly pulled away from her.

Ursula leaned forward and smiled at me. I returned it with a fake one. "So tell me, how are you thriving? Business and all. I see what you do in magazines and tabloids and I am rea