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 the

memories and difficulty adapting, dealing with Emma was one thing, but

grew

confidence swelled. “Is something bothering you, Cherise? Afraid to confront those

I’ll offer you an escape

maintained her composure, offering a serene smile

you don’t release me, I can’t leave. And if you do, then I should? Wouldn’t that be rather embarrassing for

was momentarily speechless, her smugness tempered by Cherise’s calm

retorted, her tone

about facing those professional journalists downstairs.”

challenger to Cherise’s confidence, Emma

on, make your way downstairs already.”

think you can intimidate professional journalists like us college students? Think

Mrs. Lenoir will keep up her

but she’s still putting