The following day, Ember sat in her grandfather’s office, sobbing uncontrollably. Mr. Miller, a kind and wise man, looked at her with a mixture of concern and sadness. He had known Ember since she was a baby, and she had always been like a daughter to her rather than a granddaughter. Everyone knew that he cared for and spoiled her granddaughter so much; he always gave her everything she could ask for.
“What’s wrong, Ember? Who made my little Princess sad?” he asked, his voice gentle and soothing.
“Grandpa. It's Aiden, he doesn’t want me,” Ember sniffled, her voice trembling. “He said he’s already married and loves his wife Scovia, more than anything.”
Mr. Miller’s expression turned to one of shock and disbelief. “Married? I had no idea,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I know,” Ember said, her voice filled with sadness. “I always loved Aiden secretly. I had hoped that one day he would realize I love him, but now he’s in love with a nobody.”