FALLON
The tension in the room is as thick as the air before a storm, charged with a dangerous energy that seems to pulse from Leone’s very being. I can feel Milo’s presence beside us, silent and watchful, like a shadow looming large despite its silence. Emma doesn’t seem to notice as she talks excitedly about me getting married, not realizing this is all a sham and my life was bartered for hers. And she’ll never know.
Eventually, though, Leone excuses us, and I hug Emma and give her a kiss that she wipes off. However, I am afraid it might be a long time before I see her again, if at all.
“My drivers will pick you up before the wedding. I’ve organized a suit for you,” Leone tells my father, who awkwardly thanks him before I am dragged out of the hospital.
The cold touch of the evening
