Emily's POV.
The car ride was silent except for the soft hum of the engine. I stared out the window, watching the city come alive under the morning sun. Skyscrapers, pedestrians, coffee shops, life was moving forward, and so was I.
Cole and his pathetic little girlfriend were behind me now, exactly where they belonged.
I leaned back against the seat, rubbing my temple. My dress still clung to my body, wrinkled and ruined from last night. The expensive fabric felt suffocating. My makeup…God, I didn’t even want to look at my face. I probably looked like something out of a horror movie.
“Straight home, Miss Hart?” my driver, Leo, asked from the front seat.
I thought about it. Home. What was that even supposed to mean? The mansion I grew up in? The penthouse I bought to escape that mansio
