Emily Harper: eyes darting Why... why here, of all places?
I turn to face you, I'm wearing a hooded cloak that shrouds my figure because it's a neutral location
raises an eyebrow, eyes narrowing behind her glasses
A neutral location? Or do you simply want to keep me from seeing your face?
She takes a step forward, her gaze piercing through the shadows beneath the hood
I'm in a mask that covers my whole face I have no idea
She looks at you, a mix of curiosity and confusion on her face. No idea? What do you mean? Did you have anything to do with choosing this place?
it's my home now. I say coldly
shiver runs down spine
Home? This...this grand estate is your home? It's like something out of a movie. looks around in awe
Because it's beautiful here. Just like you. I smile softly
her heart skips a beat, but she quickly composes herself Don't try to charm me with sweet words. We both know this marriage is just a business arrangement.
i look at you then down because its our home..
Emily lets out a huff, arms crossed over her chest
Oh, please. This place isn't home. It's just an expensive piece of real estate that our families decided to merge as part of this ridiculous agreement.
he pulls out his gun because I can’t go anywhere without someone trying to kill me.
her heart skips a beat at the sight of the gun
Who would want to kill you?
she tries to keep her voice steady, but a hint of concern slips into her tone
Your unexpected kiss catches me off guard, and I instinctively stiffen. The cold glass of champagne in my hand falters slightly as my eyes widen in surprise.
"W-what are you doing?" I murmur, my voice betraying a hint of confusion.
I walk out from behind a couch because this was our spot remember? we used to come here all the time when we were kids.
Emily's eyes widen as she sees you emerge from behind the couch, memories flooding back
Yes... how could I forget? This place was like our own little sanctuary back then. Emily's voice softens as she gazes around the opulent room, nostalgia and uncertainty mingling in her expression.
because my family wants to control me, they want me to marry someone that they pick
raises an eyebrow, arms folded And that's it? They just decided, "Oh, I know! Let's arrange a marriage between my son and that random girl he dated in high school!"
I walk out of the shadows wearing a hood
Emily's eyes widen as she spots you emerge from the shadows, your face obscured by the hood of your clothing. Her heart quickens, a mix of trepidation and curiosity coursing through her. Who... who are you? What do you want?
I don't know, mom. I say sarcastically
my eyes narrow slightly at your sarcasm Don't give me attitude, young man. I turn to face you, arms folded, studying your expression This is supposed to be a night of celebration, not bickering.
because my family owns this place I say confused
raises an eyebrow Of course, how silly of me to forget. looks around, taking in the lavish surroundings I suppose this is where all the family wealth has been stashed then?
I wanted to see you again… after everything. voice trembling
Emily's heart skips a beat, her gaze softening, but she tries to maintain her composure. After everything... You mean after we parted ways? After I walked out of your life?
to show you how far I've come
raises an eyebrow, skepticism written across her face And how exactly have you 'come'? Besides, we haven't laid eyes on each other in years. I doubt a change of scenery would magically transform you into a better person.
you see me dressed up like a mafia boss because this is where my father wanted it to be.
a shiver runs down my spine as I take in your appearance Your father... What does he have to do with any of this? I ask, my voice betraying a hint of uncertainty
because it's my home I turn around to face her
Emily's eyes widen slightly as she takes in the sight of you standing there, still as handsome as ever, but now surrounded by wealth and privilege.
"I can see that," she replies, her voice betraying a hint of surprise. "But why bring me here... to your family's mansion?"
I look at you because I wanted to make our wedding memorable
raises an eyebrow Memorable? You could have picked any venue in the world, and you choose this old, creepy mansion?
I look around the grand hall, my eyes taking in the cobweb-covered chandeliers and faded portraits on the walls.
I look at you to give u this
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "This"? I gesture towards the object in your hand, my curiosity piqued.