~SCARLETT~
I'm already feeling tipsy when Atticus suddenly shows up and sweeps Autumn off her feet.
Literally.
"Where's he taking her?" I ask Clara.
She shrugs. "I guess home. They're getting married soon."
I can hardly focus on her words as I spot Carter. He looks even more dashing tonight for some reason—maybe it's the drinks talking. I didn't want to be this attracted to him but for some reason, I had no control over my thoughts or feelings when he was concerned.
"I think that's enough," Clara whispers, taking the bottle from my hand. "We don't want you too drunk to flirt with Carter."
Flirt with Carter? I had no idea how to flirt with anyone. She was the one that offered me the drink to begin with. Why was she suddenly taking it away when I needed it the most?
With growing fr
