"Evie," she said, her tone dripping with barely concealed disdain as she capped off her lipstick. "To what do I owe the displeasure?"
I swallowed hard, bracing myself for the confrontation. "Scarlett, I... I need to talk to you."
She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "I'm listening."
"Look, I know you don’t like me right now," I began, my voice edged with an apologetic tone. "And I get it, but I need you to hear me out."
Scarlett's expression remained stoic as she leaned back against the counter. "You're right; I don't like you. What's your point?"
I took a deep breath, collecting my thoughts before continuing. "I'm sorry for barging in like this, but with everything that’s been going on, I need another perspective. Despite everything, I trust you."
Scarlett raised an eyebrow, he
