Chapter 41
POV: Damian
There comes a point when denial starts sounding ridiculous.
I reached that point while brushing my teeth.
I smiled at my reflection for no reason.
Then realized the reason had brown eyes, an impossible amount of patience, and a habit of correcting my grammar when I was annoyed.
I groaned.
"Oh, no."
A knock sounded on my door.
Walter stuck his head inside without waiting for permission.
"Why are you arguing with the mirror?"
"I'm having a private crisis."
"I'll come back after breakfast."
He started leaving.
"Walter."
He turned around.
"I think I have a problem."
He leaned against the doorframe.
"Medical, financial, or romantic?"
"...How did you guess the last one?"
"You've been smiling like a man who forgot how taxes work."
I sighed.
"It's Emma.
