Today is our Turn | Sciddles
The past month or so had been a whirlwind. Since the rather spectacular events of the wedding, Scarlett had done her best to throw herself into her work. It was the easiest and most effective way to keep her mind from wandering to thoughts that were… well… she wasn’t entirely sure there was a proper term for them. Everything that Robert had spouted when he sprinted across the expanse of the tent that day was taken with a grain of salt, but some of it was information that he’d shared with her before. Naturally, the woman would not tell Tom that she’d been told and given a leg up on the situation, but… the fact that Tom now knew she knew was something entirely different. The only thing that could possibly make this even more awkward was the fact that they hadn’t talked about it. They’d spent a time or two together since then, but nothing had been exchanged about the feelings that Tom may or may not have, nor had they discussed the other accusations that Bob had made.
Not that any of it was Scarlett’s business.
Luckily, it hadn’t required much effort on her end to keep busy. The truth of the matter was that she would have been running around in circles regardless, especially with all of the promotional work for Don Jon. The upside was avoiding any possible awkward situations and allowing people to calm down. The downside was, of course, that she didn’t get to see those that she cared about as much. Tom especially, all of the craziness aside. He really did mean the world to her, though she often wondered if he actually realized just how much. He was so sweet, and so kind. A true gentleman, which was incredibly hard to find nowadays. She adored him. And she couldn’t deny that she was worried… once that inevitable topic of conversation arose… that things would go astray. At this point, she still hadn’t fully wrapped her mind around everything, and she wasn’t certain what her response would be. But now was not the time for those thoughts.
Scarlett shook her head and forced a bright smile upon her face as she stared out the window of the car, wondering where it was exactly that Tom had decided upon for dinner. She’d given the address to her driver with the promise that she wouldn’t look it up so she would only know upon arrival, though she was surprised that she wasn’t familiar with it already. When the car pulled to a halt, the blonde opened the door and got out, careful of her skirt as far too many mishaps had happened to other women with that. Not that she hadn’t had her own invasion of privacy in the past. “Well I’ll be damned,” She mumbled with a chuckle and shut the door behind her, walking up closer to the front of the restaurant. Was she early? Damnit, she hadn’t even looked at the clock. But Tom would surely be there soon and she would greet him with a happy smile, a hug, and a kiss on the cheek.
Well…You know ;)
And here I thought nobody puts Scarlett in a corner. :P