Scarlett POV
“Scarlett!”
I’d barely made it into the hotel lobby and started toward the elevators when someone called my name.
The voice alone made me want to turn around and walk straight back out.
I turned. Flora Smith.
“Scarlett? Well, if it isn’t you, you f*****g bitch.”
She stormed over, face twisted up.
The second she really looked at me, a smug little smile slid into place.
I did not know what she thought she had over me.
My throat still felt like sandpaper, and I wasn’t about to waste what little voice I had left on her.
I pulled out my phone and hit record.
Flora noticed I wasn’t engaging.
Her expression flickered.
Then she slipped right into that same over-the-top performance she always did.
“Scarlett, I saw you at the soccer field earlier. You f*****g slut. Didn
