ROSE’S POV

My heart slammed against my ribs the second I saw her.

Scarlett.

She was leaning against the opposite wall like she owned the hallway, arms crossed under her chest, pushing up the neckline of her tight black dress. Her blonde hair fell in perfect waves, red lips curved into that sharp, knowing smirk that made my skin crawl. Those green eyes locked onto mine, cold and amused, like a cat watching a mouse it already knows it’s going to play with.

I stopped dead, my heels clicking once on the marble floor before everything went silent.

I folded my arms tight across my chest, trying to hide the...