Emilie's voice quivered, even her voice didn't even sound like hers.
Her eyes burned immediately, tears rising so fast she couldn't blink them away.
She didn't expect that she still failed even after everything.
She had dressed up for Lucian—perfumed, makeup, everything perfect. She had walked here believing tonight would finally change things.
But it seems her preparation had been for another.
The drug that was supposed to pave the way for her had opened the door for Emily… the very architect of her sorrows.
Seeing her burrowed into the duvet, with Lucian lying beside her, shielding her from her line of sight, Emilie's fist clenched tightly.
Her thoughts raced:
How did she come in here?
Who was behind the scene helping her?
The room was supposed to be hers, only hers and Lucian.
And it was supposed to be locked?
Emilie had several questions swirling in her mind but with the scene before her…she was at loss of what to say or feel at the moment.
