“What is he doing here?” she thought inwardly.
She suddenly felt a sense of unease. She didn't want to go back to the party, didn't want to be surrounded by all those people. She just wanted to go home.
"James, I think I'm going to go find my father," she said, trying to pull her arm free from his grasp. "I want to go home."
James's eyes locked onto hers, his expression concerned. "Are you sure?" he asked.
But Emilia was insistent. She pulled her arm free from James's grasp and turned to make her way back to the party.
“What about what we talked about?”, James asked.
“I can't do this right now James!”… Emilia replied.
“If it's time you want, I can give you time…take as much time as you want”, he said with a somber expression.
Emilia didn't respond, she just turned and walked awa
