"Princess," Emily's daze was broken when Cora gently shook her hand, pulling her out of her wandering thoughts. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Let's go," Emily replied while standing up. She took a deep breath, banishing the unnecessary thoughts and pulling herself together. She clung to her belief in Egon, in his assurances that he would never leave her.That no one could tear him away from her.
Stepping back into the gathering, Emily noticed that Egon hadn't budged from his position. He appeared as stubborn as a child, rooted in place, waiting for her return. Impatience danced in his blue eyes when they locked onto hers. Emily's heart fluttered in response to his seductive gaze, as if he was undressing her with his eyes.
Egon set aside his drink and approached her with a glass of wine.
