My Blind Husband

Emma’s brow furrowed, a subtle indication of her perplexity. “Third year,” she confirmed.

The palpable aura emanating from Cherise unsettled her deeply.

An uneasy tension settled in Emma’s core, manifesting in the nervous nibbling of her lip.

Realization dawned upon her with a jolt.

Though it was evident she held the role of interrogator, why did she find herself unexpectedly assuming the position of being interrogated?

“Oh, third year?” Emma echoed, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Cherise’s smile remained intact as she probed, “Since you’ve graced our halls for three years, I presume familiarity with our school motto?”

Emma pressed her lips together, hesitating before reluctantly acquiescing to Cherise’s inquiry. “Our school motto… it’s to absorb, heed, uphold, follow, enact, embody wisdom.”

Cherise’s smile widened subtly. “You’ve committed it to memory quite admirably. Yet, one must ponder, why do you not abide by it?”

her confusion evident. “How can

persisted as she countered, “Then, allow me to pose this question: absorb, heed, uphold, follow, enact, embody wisdom.

“But what people say

private affairs. Does that grant you

sentences from Cherise were enough to send Emma into a stuttering spiral of

that I’m a journalism student. I simply require your assistance for a practical interview,” she

a subtle glimmer of pride in her eyes, “Surely, you wouldn’t

only natural,” she added, her words

her affable smile. “Certainly, if your ambition is to merely revel in

to accommodate your request,” Cherise assured, her demeanor composed.

have any further inquiries, let’s address them together. I’m prepared to share aspects of my life openly;

herself at a

acknowledging the eloquence of Cherise’s

cast her as a reporter intent on prying into private matters

her transparency. “As your senior, I’m

studied the woman before her.