Scarlett's POV

I returned home in the early hours of the next morning. Usually when I meet up with my friends, we completely lose track of time. Between the drinking, eating, and talking about the largest variety of topics, time passed way too quickly...

The visit with my friend at the bar, most certainly helped me to calm down. I even discussed my situation with the group, who all basically said the same thing as Roman did, but each in their own way, and by the end of the night, we were already talking about who would like who if the other were a worm.

I entered the house and...