I was on my bed on my back, one leg crossed over the other while scrolling through Myles's pictures when a video call came up on my screen that I couldn't process its accuracy and the motive behind it.
Why was Scarlett Maverick of all people calling me? My heart was out of its cage from anxiety. But I had to accept it or it could get worse. So, with a pounding heart, I scrambled to my closet and struggled into the golden dress from New York while my free hand quickly loosened the high bun, and ruffled my hair a little for balance.
"What are you wearing?" She scrunched up her face. Her condescending gaze bore through the screen as I picked up the call on the bed.
Scarlett could never be impressed. She was always looking down on everyone. My case just seemed worse. I happen to be at th
