Three hours later.
Emma was lying on a hotel bed staring unblinkingly at the shiny ring which had now taken a spot on the ring finger of her left hand. Never had she ever imagined even in her most daring dreams that she would run away from her wedding only to get married to a man she just stumbled across once.
To this day, the most daring act she had ever done was lying to her mom that she had a stomach ache and so she shouldn't send her to school. And this too was decades ago. Not, recently.
The door to the washroom opened and entered unarguably the most gorgeous specimen she had ever laid her eyes on.
