My Blind Husband

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.

Cherise had picked up the

adapting, dealing with Emma was one thing, but facing hundreds or even thousands of reporters outside presented

palms grew

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

and honesty, I’ll offer you an escape route. Why not just

smile to Emma. “Did I

with her phone, “if you don’t release me,

smugness tempered by

Emma retorted, her tone sharp.

Cherise. You’re apprehensive about facing those professional journalists

the lone challenger to Cherise’s confidence, Emma

your way downstairs

intimidate professional journalists like us college students?

if Mrs. Lenoir will keep up her bravado when faced with

she’s