"What is happening all over again?" Leon repeated her question, his brows furrowing with concern.
The crowd grew louder, their excited chants urging Emma to throw the bouquet of flowers. But she stood frozen, her hands gripping the stems tightly as if they were the only thing keeping her grounded.
Leon's gaze sharpened. Something was definitely wrong. Stepping closer, he gently cupped her cheeks, his thumbs brushing against her skin as he tilted her head to face him. "Hey, now, look at me… me only," he said softly, his voice steady but firm. "Tell me what's wrong."
Her lips, which were supposed to be a soft pink, slowly turned pale. She swallowed hard, her gaze locked onto Leon's eyes as though searching for an anchor.
"Leon…" she barely managed to whisper his name, her voice trembling. "I want to go home."