Chapter 10

Scarlett’s POV

She sighed. “I’m the girl who reads books and cries when a protagonist dies, I’m the sensitive and fleeting girl. I’m not the one who goes from party to party, and it hurts. It hurts a lot because nobody takes me seriously. Nobody will love me for who I am, and I’m scared, Scarlett. I’m afraid of falling in love again and facing the fact that I’m not enough.”

“Never say that again,” I scolded her. “You’re the most beautiful and incredible girl I’ve ever met. Your glasses make you look adorable, you’ve always been there for me, and that will never change.”

“I’ve yelled at you because of my fears,” she turned to look at me, her eyes filled with tears.

Olive’s sobs must have been audible downstairs, but my parents didn’t come up, and I was grateful. We spent a couple of hours talking about trivial things; I tried to lift her spirits. I even told her that Francis wasn’t worth it, when in truth, the poor guy felt the same way about his broth