Chapter 140 War Of Hearts (3)

• Scarlett stood in front of the mirror, and the reflection staring back at her was of a woman draped in a fiery red dress.
• The thing clung to her torso, its weight and tightness a constant reminder that it was there. It flared out from her waist like a blossoming flower, leaving her shoulders and upper chest bare while still modestly covering what society deemed necessary.
• Her hair cascaded down in relaxed waves over her shoulders and back, framing her face with strands that danced teasingly across her temples. A rogue lock fell across her face, adding an air of relaxation to her look.