Chapter Thirty-Five
Emma’s mood had changed dramatically. At the reception, she had been ebullient, unreserved, and bubbly; even a little gay from the champagne. As quickly as she put Richie in the car and got behind the wheel, she became someone else. It was as if she’d pulled away the curtain and revealed who she really was.
She drove aggressively through the darkened streets, braking hard, squealing the tires around corners. She didn’t utter a word. She didn’t have to. Richie could sense the change in her. He could feel her emerging from her cocoon, steely and dark. Her taut lips and straight-ahead gaze hinted at anger and perhaps a cruel side he’d never seen before. She reminded him of her mother. He’d seen that look on her face when her husband upset her. Was Emma assuming her mothe
