Emma’s POV

So far, so good. Everything had been smooth—easier than I expected. 

Almost too easy.

“So, you’re Helena’s daughter?” Damon asked, casually grabbing a glass of wine from a passing waiter. 

I chuckled softly, setting my purse and phone down on the bar as I flipped my hair over my shoulder. *I can never be the daughter of that witch. I am not Bianca, and I’ll never be.* 

But tonight, I had to wear her name like an ill-fitted ...