Louis;
Where: Santorini Mansion | Ballroom
She used to love these kinds of events- the grandeur, the opportunity to wear a pretty dress, meeting new people... This Emilia, who’d been staying in the outskirts, didn’t. Montreal had taken away her starry-eyed gaze and replaced it with something else: suspicion. Murphy’s Law had a tendency of rearing its ugly head, and anything that could go wrong usually did. Keeping to herself, the King Heiress maneuvered her way through the crowds. She’d heard the Vargas name dropped in hush conversations at the penthouse, a hint of apprehension always following it when it came to the business. It seemed like another contender had finally appeared in this bloody war of theirs.
Emilia turned the corner when she felt another body hit hers. Hands steadied herself by grabbing their arm, a “excuse me” on her lips when she saw his face. Louis. Her Louis. Years of friendship and trust had tethered to two to each other... only to be broken apart by the King’s worst secret. For a second she was speechless, her hand quickly dropping to her side. You wouldn’t lie to me, would you? That was the last thing she’d ask him, nearly a year ago. “You’re here...” Murphy’s Law.
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