Emily’s POV
The morning light was soft, spilling through the tall windows, brushing the edges of the room in gold. I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands wrapped around the diamond ring on my finger, examining the beauty of the cold rock my fiancee proposed to me with last night.
Finally I'm engaged, the word engaged echoed in my mind over and over again, I was finally engaged to the man of my dreams, Ralph Othon. I should have felt relief, happiness and satisfaction but instead, there was an empty strange feeling inside me.
I felt like I was making a deep mistake that I will definitely regret, I tried shaking it off but the feeling stuck. I was still thinking, when a quick, urgent knock shattered my quiet thought.
The person outside the door knocked urgently as though if I don't open,
