Emilia wiped the mist from the mirror and looked at herself. She had her hair up in a messy bun, her skin looking flushed from her warm bath. She recounted her meeting with Maximilian, James and Philip. It didn’t go how she had pictured it and she wasn’t really sure how she felt about it. It felt so-easy! Not that she had wanted things to become violent, but she had expected more heat coming from the men.
She shook her head, more tendrils escaping from the bun and falling to her back, sticking to her because of the wetness from her shower. Well, for one thing, she was glad that it was over. Now the ball was in their court. Even though she never really was interested in their business, it was still business and she did use her money to obtain them. There was no way she was just going to
