The mask of Adrian Cross
There was silence on the way back to the mansion. Too quiet. Emilia tried to control her breathing as she maintained her eyes on the blurry world passing by her window. The sunset, the spark she had felt, and the vineyard all stuck to her like warm fog that she was unable to shake. She needed clarity, distance, anything that would help her remember why she had entered into this relationship in the first place. Not for him. For him, never. Adrian's voice cut cleanly through the air as he answered the phone with sharp rage. Without realizing it, Emilia listened to his tone, which was harsh and authoritative in contrast to the unadulterated kindness she had seen just moments before. It was similar to seeing a mask come back into position.
His demeanor was
