Emma blinked awake to the harsh blare of an alarm clock. Disoriented, she glanced around the familiar bedroom before the events of last night came rushing back.
The fight with James. His cold rejection. Their bitter agreement to keep up the charade of a happy marriage.
Steeling herself, Emma rose from the tangled sheets and quickly dressed, wanting to face the day head-on. She wouldn't cower in this room like a scolded child.
As she emerged, the mouthwatering aroma of bacon and fresh coffee wafted through the hallway. Emma followed the scent toward the sound of clinking dishware and low voices conversing.
She rounded the corner into a cozy breakfast nook to find James already seated at the small table, pristinely dressed as always. A maid was refilling his coffee cup while Emma's father Donald chatted animatedly at him.