The next morning, Emma paced her room, still dressed in the plush robe the maids had laid out for her. She hadn’t slept much, her mind swirling with questions, concerns, and an overwhelming sense of what the hell is going on? Every few minutes, she glanced at her phone, checking for messages or calls, but there was nothing.
A knock at her door pulled her from her thoughts. “Come in,” she called, expecting one of the maids.
Instead, Alex walked in, already dressed casually but still managing to look incredibly put-together. “Hey,” he said, closing the door behind him. “How are you holding up?”
Emma let out a long breath. “I’m not sure. I feel like I’m stuck in some kind of weird fairy tale, but the kind with way too much paperwork and not enough happy endings.”
Alex chuckled, coming ove
