Emma's POV:

"That's enough, stop it." I muttered, breaking free from his grip.

I turned off the faucet and grabbed a clean towel from the rack to dry my hands.

Adrian stood there, hands on his hips, his eyes fixed on me.

"Look, Adrian, if you hadn't stood me up today, we wouldn't be fighting like this right now. None of this would have happened," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I didn't stand you up on purpose. I had ...