than they had been in weeks, and walked int

ew, sharp navy blue pantsuit. She sat

g off the final competitor a

d in. "Incredible work, Emma. Let's celebrate

st, but realizing she had finally earned

a quiet window table in the th

er. A violinist played a slow

mma raised her glass of sparkling water. Th

entrance pushed open, causing a ripple of

ck suit. Hanging off his arm was Beverl

bowing slightly, guiding the

l vision caught the window tab

ing warmly at Diego. The temperature in

malicious smirk twitched at the cor

nged direction, his long strides eati

k carpet, but the suffocating pressure of h

her. She looked up and met De

dining table, leaning down to invade their

e busy securing your next meal ticket?" Denton's voi

ping in front of Emma. "Back o

king up the trash the Chaney family th

, wealthy patrons stopped eating, turning

Her fingers gripped the white ta

's arm. "Denton, please," she cooed loudly. "Don't hu

fire. Denton glared at Emma. "Vi

ng past Diego's protective arm, s

ing with defiance. "I am eating a meal paid for b

s he hadn't bought, a life she was building without

her. "You will pay for yo

his wake. As Denton pushed through the revolving doors, he pulled out his phone and made

er muscles. She collapsed back into her