CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN – FINDING A FAKE DATE

With a heavy heart, but a spark of determination burning in her eyes, Scarlett agreed. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was Clara. "Hey, how'd it go at the shelter?" Clara's voice crackled through the line. "There's been a development," Scarlett replied, her voice a hushed whisper. "Ava invited me to dinner with her and her fiancé tonight." Clara's surprised whistle echoed through the phone. "A double date? Is this some kind of elaborate trap?" "Possibly," Scarlett admitted. "But it's an opportunity. I can maybe learn something about Ava, see if there are any cracks in her facade." Clara sighed, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "I was really hoping we could go to the park today. But alright, this could work too. Just be careful, okay? And call me if anything seems off." "Will do," Scarlett reassured her friend, before hanging up. Dinner with Ava and her fiancé felt like a gamble, a foray into the unknown. But with the telegram and the photo burning a hole in her pocket, S