EMMALINE
I drop my purse on the dresser and kick off my heels, curling my toes and wincing at the ache that blooms across the soles of my feet. My legs feel like jelly. After Bianca, I’d been unable to stop drinking. One glass had rolled into another until the edges of the world blunted and my thoughts slurred into a single dull ache. Dulling the storm has been the only thing that keeps me moving.
A heavy knock sounds at the door.
A sigh slips through my lips. I’m too tired to deal with anyone else right now after the night I’ve had.
I walk to the door, and open it. My heart drops to my toes. Alexander stands in the hall, his gaze lowered. He’s removed his jacket but otherwise, he still had on his blue tie, pants and black dress shirt he’d had on at the ceremony. When his eyes come up
