Chapter 82

• Emma stood in front of her bedroom mirror, adjusting the neckline of her black evening gown for the tenth time. The dress was elegant and expensive—chosen specifically for tonight's announcement. She looked successful. Powerful. Ready to make history.
• She also looked like she was about to throw up.
• "You look beautiful, Mama," Charlotte said from the bed, where she was supposed to be sleeping but was instead watching Emma get ready.