Jared didn't follow me into the house straight away. I was okay with it. I needed a minute to just sit in the feelings I was experiencing and take a moment to mull them over.
Dinner was being served in the dining room like usual, and the house was blanketed in lively chatter over the sounds of silverware clanging against porcelain plates. I sat down, fixing myself a plate as I scanned the table.
“Where's Scarlett?" I asked Giselle, who was sitting across from me with a glass of wine in her hand.
“I haven't seen her since this morning," she replied, taking a sip of wine as she looked over my bruised face. “I think she was a little shaken about what I heard happened last night."
“You missed quite a show," I breathed, rising from my seat and grabbing an empty plate from the center of t
