Chapter 63

• Scarlett's POV
• The room… it suddenly felt like it was closing in on me, with the chandeliers above casting golden light over the sea of wealthy guests. Their laughter and chatter blended into a dull hum in the background. But none of it mattered. Not the music, not the glittering dresses, not the smell of expensive perfume hanging in the air.
• All I could focus on was the woman standing in front of me. She had been my last hope. The one person who could help me prove the truth. The one person who could tell Liam, tell everyone, that I had nothing to do with what happened that night.