Emma's Point of View
As I approached Adrian, my heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor, I felt the weight of a thousand gazes. Adrian still engrossed in his conversation as he hadn't noticed me approach them. Celia's hand was looped around his, the sight sent a ripple of irritation through me.
This was what she wanted. For me to cause a scene. To look unhinged and petty in front of these people. No, I wouldn’t give her that satisfaction. Squaring my shoulders, I plastered a dazzling smile across my face and cleared my throat as I stood behind them
“Good Evening Babe,” I said sweetly, my voice cutting through the murmurs around us like a polished blade.
Adrian’s head whipped around, and the instant our eyes met, I saw the longing in his gaze. It was as though he wanted
