Scarlett
The banquet hall shimmered with warmth, laughter, and gold-trimmed decadence—but all I felt was cold.
“Stop drinking, Scarlett. You’ll get drunk.” Kathleen tried to get the goblet I was holding, but I evaded it.
I shook my head. “I won’t.”
Kathleen let out a heavy sigh. “I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you, but it’s better for the two of you to communicate.”
I bottomed the wine and shook my head. “We did communicate. He’s hard to understand.”
“Is it because of Jack?” her brows raised.
“I’m at fault,” I honestly admitted. “But he should not mind it right? After all, I’m just a broken luna who seeks shelter from him.”
Kathleen frowned and flicked my forehead. “Fool. Of course, he’s probably jealous that you’re meeting men other than him. You
