The brisk winter air stung my cheeks as I arrived at cafe. Determination coursed through my veins like a steady heartbeat. I needed answers, and I knew Scarlett was the one who could provide them.
Scarlett and I had arranged to meet in a quiet, out-of-the-way cafe where we could talk privately. As I waited for her to arrive, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Scarlett was no stranger to the Hayes family, and her knowledge ran deep.
When Scarlett finally walked through the cafe door, she looked as regal and composed as ever. Her long, auburn hair cascaded down her back, and her emerald-green eyes held a glint of curiosity as she approached our table. We exchanged a polite greeting, but it was clear that tension simmered beneath the surface.
"Evie," she began, her voice cool and
