CHAPTER HUNDRED-TWENTY THREE

SCARLETT'S POV.

THREE HOURS LATER.

The party had started to get heated. People were popping in from every corner now. And the place started to get a bit crowded and tight. Many had decided to go out to the garden but it still felt like we were at a concert or something.

It had been a bad choice Matt had made to organise the party at the house. The set-up was beautiful no doubt but it was becoming too suffocating. Or maybe it was just my body's reaction to Luca sitting beside me on our table.

The rest of the guest looked like they didn't mind at all. Maybe it was just me actually.

"So, how has therapy been?" Luca's voice sounded so close to my ear and I practically jumped in my seat, embarassing myself further.

"It's been really good," I smiled tightly. "Uhh... The therapist has been really good and understanding. I-I feel like a totally different person now."

I could remember giving him the same response some time ago when he'd asked. Shit. Why was I acting that way?

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