Chapter 90

SCARLETT

My mother stands right before me. She's wearing a red dress. One that hugs her curves. Her makeup was sleek and so was her hair. Anyone would mistake her for the bride. 

I stifled the laughter that nearly escaped my throat. Talking about reputation, I did not want the people around us to conclude that I was mentally deranged. From the way I had been acting since Kevin came to stand beside me, only a laugh would have given my mental stability away.

"The dress we got didn't just fit. Felt really weird,"

She pulled me away from the men, towards the steps that were filled with partiers holding drinks and conversing in different languages. We kept climbing till we finally got to the large doors that led to the drawing room. She pushed it open and shut it behind us before turning to me with a stern look. 

"Do you think this is some sort of joke? You should have called to inform me. Maybe we would have done something instead of having you dr