Chapter 122 – Emmaline
Seriously.
I walk out of the bathroom, and I don't know what's gotten into that girl. I'm the least of her worries.
If she thinks I'm losing sleep over Evan Hwan, she's delusional. Whatever fantasy she's cooked up in her head, it has nothing to do with me. I've got Daelan. He is way more than enough for me.
Still, the whole exchange leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Not because I care about Evan—hell no—but because I hate being dragged into other people's insecurities. As if I don't have enough on my plate, I'm supposed to play therapist to some little assistant who thinks glaring at me in the ladies' room will fix her love life? Please.
I step back into the ballroom, my heels clicking against the polished floor, and the sound of music and chatter immediately drowns out my thoughts. Daelan spots me instantly, like he always does, and lifts a brow in question. I wave it off, slipping back into the crook of his arm.
