"Rebecca, where is Scarlett?" Jennifer asked her, all of them standing in the living room, faces filled with panic, worry and concern. They had been questioning her for fifteen minutes now, and yet, she had remained completely tongue-tied the entire time.
"Mr. and Mrs. Chanel, your daughter is with our son, and thus I assure you she is completely fine," Alice piped in.
"We do not doubt your son, Mrs. Kyler, but we cannot help but feel worried about our daughter. There is definitely something wrong, I can sense it since last night. Rebecca has been acting differently," replied Harold.
"Please, Beccs, just tell us where Scarlett really is," Jason sighed, his eyes pleading to her. She couldn't help but feel pressurized under the hoping and begging gazes of the people she considered family
