Knox
"I take responsibility for it," the woman says, flashing a smile in Emma's direction. "I just wasn’t looking while walking."
I put the dress down, fuming. Emma's back is facing me.
As soon as our eyes meet, the woman shot me a cold smile with a mischievous look in her eyes.
Great. The last person I want to see. I walk up to Emma, standing beside her then I place my arm around her shoulders.
“Monica. What brings you to this city?”
Emma glance at me. “You know her?”
“Yes.”
Monica Lewinsky throws a sweet smile at Emma before fixing a contemptuous look at me. “It's quite a coincidence, Knox. That’s no way to treat someone you know.”
“Who is she?” Emma asks with curiosity brimming in her eyes.
I turn to Emma and smile at her. I just don’t want to drag her into this mess. “Sweethe
