C94 Bed of Roses

“Scarlet, just leave. I told you, we don’t need your help.” Liam turns towards me and adds, “Cassie, you don’t have to—”

“Is it true?” I ask. “That you are controlling the press against saying bad things about me? About what I wear? How I look?”

“You don’t need to know about it—”

“Yes,” Nicco interjects.

I shift my attention to him. “How bad is it?”

“Really bad,” Nicco admits