Chapter 112 Her Ritual Companion

• Emily’s breath caught in her throat. The mirror’s reflection blurred with the spin of her emotions—Nancy’s scarlet gown trailing on the floor, her arms wrapped around Charles’s broad shoulders, the intimacy of their closeness making her feel like an intruder in a private world.
• She pressed herself flat against the wall, heart pounding so fiercely she was afraid the sound might betray her. The corridor was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the soft rustle of Nancy’s silk against Charles’s shirt. Emily’s pulse thundered, her chest tightening with hurt and self-disappointment.
• This was too much.