CHAPTER SIXTY
SCARLETT’ POV
THE BEGIN OF THE VILLAIN ARC
I pinch the piece of bread between my fingers a little harder than necessary, the soft texture nearly collapsing under the pressure as I focus on it just to keep my expression under control. I can feel the irritation rising, burning in my bloodstream fast, but I force it down, locking it behind a carefully neutral face because the last thing I can afford right now is to let anything slip.
The tension at the dinner table is suffocating.
It hangs thick in the air, like something alive that has settled between us and refuses to leave. Lydia keeps her head down, quietly eating as though staying silent will somehow keep her out of whatever storm is brewing, while Nana has refused to come downstairs altogether, her absence louder than
