My Scarlet S
At twenty‑one, my life changed forever in a single night. One moment I had a sense of security, a future, a place where I belonged—and in the next moment, it was gone.
The loss was so sudden, so shattering, that I spent a lifetime trying to outrun it. It wasn’t until years later that the truth finally came to light.
Shame had threaded herself through every fiber of my life, through hopes and dreams, and all that I held dear. The only way I knew to face it was through the magic of the written word.
And so I stepped inside an unseen world. A world where the past could be reimagined, where wounds could speak, and where love and romance could stand the test of time.
And that world became
My Scarlet S.
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The Sisterhood
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My Scarlet S
Darkness greets me when I wake—and with it memories of that fated night. It’s then I call upon my long-lost friends. One hand upon the closet door, I smile and swing it open wide.
“Come on out, friends, it’s girls’ night!” Sister Shame stands beside me as I greet my friends.
Then I hand them my finest Waterford and fill them to the brim with sparkling wine.
Unworthy leans forward, eyes bright. “Are we celebrating something special tonight?”
I nod and smile, then tap my wineglass with my fingertip.
“Friends, tonight marks the fortieth anniversary of the night we all met.
Let’s take a moment to remember the man who brought us together that night.”
The room quiets to a whisper.
“I’m sure this wouldn’t have happened had he not lost his way. Let’s send him peace and the hope that he finds himself in the afterlife.”
All heads bow.
“May his soul find peace,” we chant out loud. A faint warmth brushes the room—but only long enough to notice.
Rejected wipes her eyes. “We should do this more often. It’s the only time I don’t feel cast out.”
“Then it’s settled. We’ll make this a tradition. Now, who’s ready for another round?”
If I were Queen &
You were King
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My Scarlet S
As we walk along these temple walls, we find a hidden passageway leading to an ancient door. And once inside its narrow path, we find a throne of sacred stone and fall beneath its captive spell. It’s there that Vincent takes a seat and claims the place of royalty.
“Vincent,” I call with voice down low. “I am your true and faithful maid. Tell me, master, lord, and king. What is it you would have me do . . .
If you were king, from this day forth and ever more.”
“I’d have you take my hand in yours and rule beside me on the throne . . .
If I were king, from this day forth and ever more.”
He pulls me closer with his arms and seals my lips with tender kiss. United with the same one breath, I offer him my soul, my life—I offer him my one true self.
And with his lips upon my cheek, he murmurs softly in my ear: “I am your prince, your lord, your knight. Spare no words, my maiden bright. Tell me, love. What it is you would have me do . . .
If you were queen, from henceforth and forever more.”
We rise so I can take his place and sit upon the sacred throne. With hand held high I speak these words: “Come close, my love. Come closer still.” And once I whisper in his ear, I speak these words unto the mist:
If I were queen, from henceforth and forever more.”
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