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62: Grant it that Wish
Jillie’s POV
I followed Scarlett into the kitchen, a bit apprehensive. What could she possibly want to talk to me about? Once alone in the kitchen, she took a seat at the kitchen table. I walked over and sat across from her. It was quiet until she spoke.
“Listen, Jillie. I have to apologize to you for the way I acted toward you. It’s just that I have a certain reputation, and I really like Aaden.”
I looked at her, stunned. Did I just step into the twilight zone? I just sat there staring at her because I honestly was at a loss for words.
“I know you may find this hard to believe, but I’m not a total bitch.&rdqu
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