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“You trust that she didn’t plan to do what her father asked, right?” Giulio implores.
When I first heard what she told her father, I would say yes, I did believe she would have done it. But once the dust settled, I remembered how much Emelia despises her father, and she wouldn’t hurt me to help him.
I shouldn’t have reacted so madly, but I couldn’t help it. Something took over me, and I had to do what needed to be done. The only way I would be able to see her true loyalty was in the way she begged with the fear of losing me in her eyes.
Fuck, I’m a prick.
“Yes, I know she wouldn’t,” I hiss.
“So what is the plan then, boss? We just going in, guns blazing? You know that won’t work. We have to have a plan.”
“I’m aware. I’m working on that, but I can’t think with you incessantly talking, Giulio.”
“Sorry, sir.” He goes silent, and a few moments later, I hear the back door open.
I stand, fixing my suit jacket I changed into once we got on the plane, now fully in business mode.
“Nico?” Emelia’s voice sounds raspy.
“Emelia.” I turn and walk toward her.
She holds her head, rubbing at it.“My head is pounding. Do we have any medicine?”
“Yes.” Giulio stands without needing direction and goes to find the stewardess.
Once we’re alone, she sits on the couch and puts her head down. I move over to dim the lights a bit, so they aren’t so harsh.
“Why am I here?” Emelia asks but doesn’t look up at me. Her tone is firm, and I know a fight is coming.
“We are going to New York. I have business to take care of.”
“Meaning my family?” She finally looks up as Giulio approaches with water and some pills. She takes them from him, then sips some water before taking the pills and swallowing them down.
“Yes, I have to attend to some business with your father.”
“And you don’t think he knows you’re coming, Nico?” she asks matter-of-factly.
“No, he does. I just sent in our last-minute RSVP to the annual ball. All outfits were asked to attend, but seeing as I was planning on being on yet another attempted honeymoon with my wife, I had withdrawn our names from the list.”
“I'm not going to that ball with you. I don’t want to see my father, and after what you did back at the house, I don’t want to see you either.” Her chin quivers.
“Emelia, I lost it back there. I was hurt, and I was angry.”
“Angry? You call that anger? That was cruel.”
“I know. But your betrayal was just as cruel.”
“What betrayal, Nico! I didn’t do anything. I tried to tell you that I never did what he asked, and you decided to go mad on me and almost take your—” She stops, holding back tears. I swear I have caused more tears for her today than she has shed in her lifetime, and for that, I hate myself.
“I know we’re figuring things out and trying to navigate something neither of us understands, but I can't have you without trust, and vice versa.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner then, Emelia?”
“Because I didn’t want you to do what you’re doing now. I didn’t want a war. I didn’t want to lose you,” she admits, and I drop my head, releasing a sigh.
This is all so fucked.
“I know. But that doesn’t make it okay. You have to tell me things like this, Emelia.”
