Emily POV
"Emily" Go to me, he looks me up and down, and with both hands in the pockets of his suit, he smiles a proud half-sideways smile: "So you did come."
"I didn't do it for you, I did it because Lana asked me to" I don't say hello, I don't give a greeting or a cordial smile, I just clarify my position, and the blond with good eyes that don't seem to bother him: "After tonight, I don't want you looking for me Michael. Not me, not my family, not Lana. I don't want this shit anymore."
I'm rude all at once, and it unnerves both of them in the room to the point of making them open their mouths in surprise, especially the makeup artist. While it might seem a bit over the top to many the way I was reacting, no one could gauge the hurt I felt inside me; not just as a person, but more as a woman being denigrated.
"Could you leave us alone?" Michael doesn't immediately respond to my attack and instead, gives a glance to the lady who was watching us perplexed from the side.
