Such status and identity were simply unattainable for the average person.
She sighed heavily and pushed her glasses up to look at Tara Summer, her small face bearing a smile, "Let's wish him well!"
As she spoke, she raised her glass. Tara Summer saw her action, lifted her hand as well, and the two clinked glasses before each took a sip, toasting.
"Right, let's wish him well..." Tara Summer put down her glass and scrutinized Emily Stone's expression, noticing she was still somewhat downcast.
Emily Stone looked back openly, eyes meeting hers, and spoke sincerely, "Don't worry, I'm fine, I've come to terms with it... Owl Eagle and I, it was impossible before, and now, it's even more so! I'm fine, really good, just like I've always said, I'll wish him well, wish for his success, wish for his..."
Emily Stone stopped mid-sentence, her right hand pressing on her glasses frame, and she didn't continue, slowly bowing her head down.
"Emily..." Tara Summer tried to grab her hand.
