EMERALD
The peaceful and tranquil silence of the restaurant was shattered by a single, desperate scream.
"I don't care about your stupid reservations!" The voice was familiar, a sound that had haunted my thoughts and taunted me in text messages. It was Francesca. My blood ran cold, a mix of terror and exhilaration. I had known she would come, but not like this. Not in a public setting and not somewhere this refined and posh.
Marcus was already on his feet was in utter disbelief. I mean, who wouldn't?
"What the hell...?" he muttered, but his words were lost as the voice grew louder. The doors of the restaurant burst open, and there she was, looking more haggard than I remember. Her clothes were far from elegant, her hair was a mess and her eyes, my eyes, were wide with a maddening desp
