With their gaze locked on each other, Emily's brow furrowed at her features while her thoughts raced for answers.
"Miss Roberts, what was with that attitude just now?" Lucian's cold voice slashed through her thoughts, his sharp gaze locking onto the lady before them.
"Oh, was she the infamous Emilie Roberts who was rumored to have a marriage arrangement with Lucian?" Emily mused.
"The enmity was really right, but she should have asked me? Besides, I was here as a companion," Emily mumbled as she rubbed her throbbing temple.
Emilie slowly retracted her gaze from Emily and met Lucian's gaze head-on, refusing to waver under the weight of his scrutiny.
Emily could feel the challenge and tension in the air. With a sharp exhale, she stepped forward. "Maybe I should wait for you there?" she said, pointing toward the door.
