Emily's POV
My reply to Rudy, made me feel a bit hurt. But I really don't want to talk about anything with Rudy, my heart was filled with the thoughts of Ralph Othon.
The weekend arrived a bright cool Saturday, I chose my outfit with a care I hadn't bothered with in weeks. I choosed a deep emerald dress that clung in the right places, but it looked elegant but not trying too hard.
I wore a simple gold jewellery, I looked in the mirror and saw the reflection of the woman who was supposed to be assured, sophisticated and untouchable, not the shaken Alpha clutching at straws.
Marco drove me to Lake Como. The Cortez security detail followed in a separate car, as the city fell away and the majestic lake and mountains came into view, a strange peace settled over me. This was a different worl
