Chapter 123
Emmaline
Envy.
That's what I feel, standing here and watching Im Lina sit at her vanity as the makeup artist dusts powder across her already flawless face. She's radiant. She's glowing. She's about to be a bride.
And I—I'm happy for her, of course I am. She's beautiful, she's sweet, and she's marrying the man she adores. I even saw her wedding outfit, a masterpiece of crimson silk and embroidery, heavy enough to crush a weaker woman but stunning nonetheless.
But still.
The reason I feel envy is simple: I want to get married too.
Gods, Emmaline Morne, you absolute idiot. Why did you ever say you'd only marry Daelan once he broke into S-class? What sort of masochistic deal was that?
Back then, I hadn't realized how deep would have fallen for him.But now? Now it's the air I breathe, and the thought of waiting longer feels unbearable.
And if I'm brutally honest with myself, it's not just about the wedding.
It's about sex.
