Emily felt her chest tighten at the question. How am I coping? she mused.
Since the day she was called home, she had experienced so many emotions at once. One moment, she was depressed, angry, bitter, and feeling betrayed.
The next, she would feel helpless, tired, and completely drained.
Then came fleeting moments of happiness—smiles, calm, and relief washing over her like sunlight after a storm.
A soft smile curled her lips as her fingers traced the rim of her water glass. "I must confess… I don't know what I feel or how I cope… I just go with the flow."
Mirabel nodded thoughtfully. "I understand… but don't you think you should work hard and make this marriage work?"
Emily slowly lifted her gaze to meet hers. "Are you… suggesting that I should?"
"Has anyone said this to you before?" Mirabel asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.
Emily nodded.
"Then… I was not wrong. I think Lucian might have a soft spot for you… maybe you can try threading that fine line."
