CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
SCARLETT’S POV
FRIDAY MORNING
Lydia is furious, and she has every right to be. If the sheer velocity of words leaving her mouth a million words per second, is any indication, I suspect she has been rehearsing this speech since the moment the engagement photos hit social media. She is pacing in front of me like a storm system that has finally made landfall, her cheeks flushed, her hands flying dramatically through the air, her entire body radiating outrage.
“Are you actually out of your mind, Scarlet?” she demands, stopping long enough to glare at me as if I have personally betrayed the concept of friendship. “You made him propose to you and did not even think to mention it to me? Not one hint? Not one warning? Do you have any idea what that man is?”
I take another sl
