Chapter 9

Scarlett’s POV After more than ten hours on a plane, I was completely drained. All I wanted was a hot shower and my bed. “Sorry, Ms. Taylor, I just got too excited,” Noah said as he rushed to open the back door of the car for me. I gave him a faint smile and slid into the back seat. Eleanor followed behind, and Noah began loading our luggage into the trunk. Once inside, Eleanor leaned toward me with a smirk. “Told you. Noah won’t be the last one acting like that.” I sighed and closed my eyes, muttering, “If Uncle Robart weren’t so close to my family, I wouldn’t even bother showing up.” Writing, for me, was about passion, not fame, not money. I didn’t need the world’s applause. And I certainly didn’t crave it. Noah finished buckling in, then turned around with a grin. “Alright then, Miss Taylor. I’ll take you to the hotel now.” “Thanks,” I said, then added, “And give me your books.” “Here you go!” he said quickly, handing over a hefty stack of novels. Eleanor took them from him before t