phone buzzes in my purse, and I find a message from my best friend, Aelin. The moment I walked into class and settled beside her, I knew I’d found a connection. She looked over at me, her silver eyes shimmering as she took me in. Her smile was genuine, nothing like girls and women from the social circles I’ve been used to growing up. It was refreshing.
“I hope you’re not going to sit on your phone all night, Scarlett,” my mother admonishes, which I was expecting. The fact that I do have friends outside the people she knows doesn’t sit well with my mother. It never has.
“Leave the girl, Marinda,” Dad tells her, his gaze meeting hers. Something passes between them unspoken, which has ice trickling down my spine. My father turns his attention on me, offering me a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. He’s never lied to me. I know this because when Dad would tell me something serious, he would always meet my gaze, but his next words are uttered with his stare on the seat behind me. “It’s nice that you have friends. Your future might change in an instant, and who knows when you’ll need someone to talk to.”
“What do you mean?” There’s a twisting in my gut, a coiling serpent tightening with every silent second that passes. My father’s expression is one of guilt when he looks to my mother, then me.
“Just that Aelin is a nice girl. You should keep in contact with her.” He waves his hand as if dismissing the topic, and I know if I ask anything more, he’ll only ignore me. When my father decides to keep things to himself, there’s no way of getting him to open up.
I don’t respond, merely nod and continue with my reply to Aelin, letting her know I’m on my way and I’ll see her soon. The charity ball is being held in town in a lavish, five-star hotel with only celebrities and politicians in attendance. The guestlist is filled with names that most would be excited to rub shoulders with, including Aelin’s dad, who’s one of the most well-known names across the world, a famous rock star with a penchant for causing women to drop to their knees. And soon, my best friend will be on tour with the band, leaving me to a lonely summer with my grandmother in Crimson Falls.
Thankfully, I enjoy spending time at the manor house, or I would be depressed having to spend time at home. Grace Bardot is a woman who no longer needs anything — no man, no friends, and certainly not the number of staff who work for her. She spends her days sipping gin and tonics in the sunshine while reading her favorite romance novels. The Bardot money is what they call old money. Because of Gran’s parents, she’s always lived a comfortable life, which afforded me one as well.
The car comes to a stop, and the back door whooshes open where we’re met with the flashes of cameras, shouting press, and fans scream as my mother and father exit the vehicle. Stepping foot onto the plush red carpet, I attempt to ignore the shouts of my parents’ names as we make our way through the crowd, stopping a few times to allow the cameras to capture us.
Finally, inside the enormous, gilded ballroom, my gaze flits around, hoping to find my best friend. It doesn’t take long for me to spot the sleek, raven hair in the crowd. The only woman here with her hair not pinned with diamonds and pearls.
Leaving my folks to mingle, I make my way over to Aelin, who’s already giggling up a storm with some dashing man in a three-piece suit. A dark tie leads up to a smooth, angular jaw, pale skin, and full, pink lips.
A squeal from beside me catches my attention before I meet his stare, and Aelin pulls me into a hug. “This is my best friend,” she gushes, and I finally find the eyes of the man, no, actually, the boy she’s talking to. He looks like he’s younger than us.
“Nice to meet you,” he tells me, offering a hand which I accept before side-eyeing Aelin.
“Can I talk to you?” I hiss at her. Glancing at the cute guy, I smile. “We’ll catch you later.” Pulling her through the crowd, we find the bar where I grab a flute of champagne for myself and one for her. “Are you crazy?”