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.

dramas, Cherise had picked

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

palms grew sweaty.

Cherise’s discomfort, Emma’s confidence swelled. “Is something bothering you, Cherise? Afraid

your professed transparency and honesty, I’ll offer you an escape route. Why

maintained her composure, offering a serene smile to Emma. “Did

her chair and idly playing with her phone, “if you don’t release me, I can’t leave. And if you do, then I should? Wouldn’t that be rather embarrassing for

smugness

merely posturing, Emma retorted, her tone

apprehensive about facing those

Cherise’s confidence, Emma found herself supported by those

your way downstairs already.”

can intimidate professional journalists like us college

Lenoir will keep up her

fascinating. She’s clearly in the wrong, but she’s still putting on a