Chapter 91: When Control Begins to Fracture
The rules lasted exactly two days.
Not broken in obvious ways. Not in public, not in front of cameras or curious eyes. On the surface, everything remained perfectly intact.
Professional. Controlled. Distant.
But underneath, the cracks had already begun to spread.
Scarlett felt it first in the silence.
Not the empty kind, but the kind that carried awareness. Every time Julian walked into a room, every time their eyes met for just a fraction too long before pulling away, every time they stood a little too close without touching.
It was there.
Constant. Quiet. Unavoidable.
And exhausting.
"You are overthinking again."
Amanda's voice cut through her thoughts as Scarlett sat in the makeup chair, staring at her reflection without really seeing it.
Scarlett blinked. "Am I?"
"Yes," Amanda said, adjusting a strand of her hair. "You get that look when your brain is louder than your face."
