Love Journal - As Told By An Emotionally Constipated Half-Genius

Chapter 14 - Haircut and Suspicious Free Lunches

"Jenna, where is my mother?" Alex asked. They weren't gone for long but Mrs Wilde was already gone.

"She has gone to attend to an urgent phone call, young mistress. Please enjoy the tea with your friends. The maids are on standby should you require assistance. I shall go prepare the salon for the stylist's arrival."

After the butler left, Alex allowed herself to sag into the comfortable couch. Jasper snickered and decided to focus on grabbing the cookies with more chocolate ch.i.p.s before dipping it into hot cocoa and stuffing them in his mouth. While Scarlet continued to observe them, she didn't realise that she was also being watched.

"Does your family often interact with so much gusto?"

Alex groaned and buried her face in her hands. "I'm sorry you had to witness such an embarrassing moment. I promise my mother isn't always like this... she does it usually when there are guests just to get a response out of me. I know that I'm stupid for letting it get to me all the time but I just can't help it..."

Scarlet didn't respond and Jasper took the opportunity to steal one more cookie. By the time Alex noticed the dwindling number of baked treats, she started bickering with Jasper. The contrast of their behaviour at home and in school was so different that Scarlet decided to keep her feelings and secrets close to her chest. Although she didn't feel that Mrs Wilde or Jenna were unpleasant people with ill-intentions, it was in Scarlet's nature to be cautious about everything. When things were progressing too smoothly, it was hard to believe it. After all, who would believe that there can be free lunches out there without a hidden price tag to it? Scarlet didn't buy such a thing having experienced betrayal first hand from her parents.

The guarded expression on Scarlet's face made Mrs Wilde more interested as she observed the girl from a computer. The hidden camera was positioned perfectly to capture the girl's actions and this was a secret that only Jenna knew about. Not even Mr Wilde knew of his wife's peeping tendencies. It was through this method that the heiress managed to protect the estate from greedy maids and vile guests. People tended to show their true colours when they think nobody is watching after all.

Scarlet's emotional maturity was unsuiting of her age and Mrs Wilde frowned. There were no signs of physical abuse apart from the hair's disastrous cut. Yet where there is smoke, there is fire. Those eyes wouldn't lie no matter how proficient little Scarlet was at concealing her feelings. Her face might be frozen but not her heart. That small heart was just locked away in the deepest and darkest part of her mind in order to fight against unseen monsters so that she could live another day. While Mrs Wilde wasn't a psychologist, she was a socialite who read people like open books.

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