Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Emma's typical playful popped up on my phone:
[Are you free? Let's grab a drink.]
Without hesitation, I quickly agreed-I just needed to get away.
"Well, look who's out past curfew! Our perfect Luna making an appearance after dark?"
Emma teased the moment we met.
I grabbed the drink she handed me and downed it in one go, not bothering with a response.
Emma, tipsy and carefree, giggled as she draped an arm around me.
"Not me, Liz. Just because I'm married doesn't mean I can't drink and flirt with all the cute
guys!"
I knew she was just babbling, but a small part of me couldn't help feeling a pang of envy for her carefree spirit. "Okay, okay, call
Leo to pick you up. You'll be too drunk to make it home alone, Emma nudged with a smirk.
I stared at my empty glass and mumbled, "He's busy tonight. I'll just head home by myself
later."
Emma paused for a moment, her gaze lingering on me before blurting out, "You know, I liked your old style better."
I glanced down at my formal evening dress. It did look out of place in the bar.
"What do you think? Pretty nice, right?' I asked, half-jokingly.
Emma leaned heavily on me, her words slurring, "Liz, remember when we were the wild rebels of music school? We used to rock
those crazy outfits. I remember you were also a race car driver, riding around the track in style." the World the Cold Alpha
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Chapter 7
"And look at you now-from head to toe, all polished and perfect."
"A trophy wife," she blurted, almost spitefully. "You've turned into a soulless trophy wife."
I looked at my perfectly styled hair, fitted dress, custom heels and matching jewelry.
I nudged her, laughing lightly.
"Seriously? Isn't that a bit harsh? It's the latest 'rich woman' look, you know."
Emma doubled over with laughter.
"Rich woman? More like a miserable housewife!"