Scarlets POV
I'm drying the final dishes in the kitchen with the girls as we are laughing up a storm. A couple of them are talking about their partners and just wow. They are the luckiest women in the world with men who just worship them. The other girls are fawning over them and talking about the day they meet their prince charming as if they truly believe in fairytales and a happily ever after. Two of the other three talk about how they aren't even going to kiss another person until they meet this prince of theirs. They are so young and I think so naive too. I can't help feeling a little sad though that my relationship wasn't as magical as these womens were. Don’t get me wrong, Mark treats me well, and we have a good relationship. I do love him, but the fire just isn’t there. The fire
