Scarlett's POV
It's just a business trip.
That was the lie I kept repeating to myself as I carefully folded a cream blouse into my suitcase. It wasn't even that fancy, just a plain top with no brand attached to it. Naturally, I wouldn't mind. I had never been one to do things just for show. But suddenly, every item I packed felt like a choice, like it held weight. My pencil skirts, my perfumes, the soft black sleep shirt I usually wore when Layla was out… It all felt too personal.
I sighed and tossed the blouse in a little harder than necessary.
"Well don't you look chirpy?" Layla who had been lying on my bed and watching me in silence quipped, her brows furrowed slightly in worry.
I huffed in frustration, bouncing on the bed with a groan.
"You're being dramatic. What's the worst that could happen?"
"Umm, let's see. I get too in my feelings and do something stupid. But afterwards, he acts like nothing happened." I deadpanned and she rolled her eyes.
