Emma POV
We were all in the middle of the dance floor, the deafening sound vibrating off the walls, and the lights flashing too quickly, as if time had gone crazy. Robin danced as if it were the last night of her life, waving her arms and laughing nonstop, while I, with a glass in my hand, tried to have fun and leave my worries aside. Killian was next to me, glued to me, smiling with that charming and confident air that left me breathless. But, of course, Oliver was there too, in paranoid bodyguard mode, clinging to us like a heavy shadow, always looking like he was about to give a scolding.
With every move Killian made, Oliver shot him a death glare, and I was honestly already losing patience with all the exaggerated vigilance.
"Emma, do you really think this is the right place to be r
