Chapter 89

SCARLETT

Firstly, I didn't miss the looks I got for wearing a black dress and black makeup. I knew they were going to talk, but did I care? No. 

I have always hated the crowd my parents pulled. Arrogant, prideful business tycoons, lawyers, entertainers, and even athletes. Toxic. All of them.

I managed to be on a few dates with some of them, courtesy of the stupid blind dates my mother planned because she believed she knew what was best for me. 

Looking at it now, I think she did. I mean, I would have been dating a narcissistic footballer who thinks he's better than me or an actor who is so obsessed, he never lets me have my freedom. Or maybe an aristocrat? Having to live with the fear that I might be attacked or killed one day. Lawyers. Prideful lots. Especially the ones at the top of the food chain. 

I snatched my purse to the side of my hip before tentatively climbing the steps. I ignored the outstretched hand of a man who thought he wa