No. She refused to accept it.
With sharp, hurried movements, she pulled out her phone and dialed a secured contact.
The call connected almost immediately. She didn't bother with greetings.
"I ran into Emily just now," she said, her voice laced with grievance, her lips forming a slight pout despite the anger burning in her eyes. "And guess what?"
Then the voice on the other end came, low and familiar. "What happened?"
Emilie's expression twisted, her tone turning sharper, more wounded.
"She humiliated me," she snapped. "In public. Right in the Royal Palace. In front of people."
Her grip on the phone tightened.
"I lost face because of her. Me." She let out a bitter laugh. "I guess I'm really nothing now… aren't I?"
There was a brief silence on the line, and Emilie had to pull the phone away from her ears for a moment to check if the call was disconnected.
It wasn't, and she exhaled, but just as her lips parted, a voice cut through the speaker. "Were you hurt?"
