So, of course, I was the prime candidate to take the blame. Simon had always branded me a gold digger who'd do anything for money and I never denied it because, well, it was true. I’d lost track of how many times I’d covered for Scarlett—whether it was skipping classes or dealing with her dating issues. I accepted all of it, simply because I needed the money. The rich kids were generous and a few false accusations were manageable. But I never imagined Scarlett would actually kill someone. When Simon called me to meet, I figured he was about to ask me to take the fall once more.
"Zara, I have something important to talk to you," he said. The tone in his voice sent a shiver down my spine, but I tried to stay calm as I made my way to his house. When I arrived, the atmosphere was tense and heavy. I immediately sensed something was wrong.
Scarlett, who was usually so proud, was on her knees, crying, with her parents present. “Zara, Zara! Please, only you can save me!” I’d never seen her so desperate.