Upon hearing what James just said she raised a brow, folding her arms, clearly still irritated.
He continued, holding back the bitterness in his throat. "I'll make sure everything still goes as planned. The venue. The guests. The dress. Everything. You won't have to lift a finger."
Then he looked up at her, his expression tired but determined.
"You have nothing to worry about."
At that moment, hearing what James just said, Emily slowly drew in a breath, her arms folding across her chest as she stared at him with a mixture of disappointment and emotional exhaustion. The fire in her voice was low, but it burned with clarity.
"No problem," she said softly, but there was no softness in her eyes. "But for now… I will not be going back to your house again."
James' brows furrowed in confusion. "Emily, what are you talking about? You're leaving?"
