Marrying the Man in the Dark

Emma chuckled softly.

“You’re quite clever, Cherise.

With a graceful stride, Emma approached the window, peering at the swarm of reporters gathered outside the library. “While I may lack the finesse of a professional journalist, feel free to decline my inquiries, challenge me, or even put me on the spot.

“But,” she paused, turning back to face Cherise with a playful smile, “what about those reporters out there? How do you plan to handle them, Cherise?”

Cherise furrowed her brow, rising slowly to join Emma at the window, her heart fluttering with a hint of panic.

Oh dear.

Were all those reporters gathered for her?

Inwardly. Cherise grappled with a sense of unease.

She had glimpsed the motto of Adania University when she and Blake entered through the school gates.

watched dramas, Cherise had picked up

with Emma was one thing, but facing hundreds or even thousands of reporters outside presented an entirely different

grew sweaty.

Cherise’s discomfort, Emma’s confidence swelled. “Is something bothering you, Cherise? Afraid to confront those reporters?”

I’ll offer you an escape route. Why not

smile to Emma. “Did

settling back into her chair and idly playing with her phone, “if you don’t release me, I can’t leave.

her smugness tempered by Cherise’s calm

retorted,

about facing

Emma found herself supported by those present.

on, make your way downstairs

journalists like us college students? Think again.”

wonder if Mrs. Lenoir will keep up her

She’s clearly in the wrong, but she’s still putting on a front. Talk about