Emma's POV

Later that evening...

The mansion was quiet, its soft lights glowing against the dusky sky as I stepped out of the bathroom, towel-drying my hair. I padded barefoot into the living room, curling into the couch with my phone in hand. A habit now-checking for messages, updates, or maybe even mindless scrolling to calm my overthinking.

But the moment I opened my feed, it was everywhere.

Photos of Damon and me.

In the elevator.

In his office.

Holding hands.

Him kissing me.

All of it had ...