Emily’s POV

Sun light filtered through the curtains, and spilled across the edge of the vanity where I sat, motionless while my reflection stared back at me.. pale, quiet, and uncertain.

Dario’s voice replayed in my head, calm and absolute

“My company’s hosting a charity gala.. and you my dear.. you’re the special guest of honor”

He’d said it over breakfast two days ago, as though he were discussing an ordinary business deal where there was no room for question and no pause ...