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Scarlet's POV We're pulling into the driveway heading back from Gracie's dance class and I see my parents car here and a black SUV, is that Simon? I get excited at the possibility that Simon might be here when I catch a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. s**t. I changed out of my business attire at dance class and am in yoga pants, a baggy shirt, no makeup and my hair in a lopsided bun with my damn glasses on. Ugh, if I bound up the stairs, there will be questions. Gracies sees the car too. "Oh! Who is that!?" "I don't know," I say, no longer worried about how I look, "Let's go find out." I swear if Mark planned dinner without so much as a text I'm going to be livid with him. I walk into the house to see my parents, Mark, Simon, Doug, Brenden and Jayden all looking at me intentl