CHAPTER 63

Vanya's POV

I sat in my office, flipping through some documents, trying so fervently to focus on work. But my mind raced with thoughts of Emily and Marco. Something was definitely off between those lot, and it was eating at me. Marco had always been so protective of me, always on my side. But with Emily, his countenance was different. Utterly distant. Cold, even. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to their story than either of them were willing to admit to me.

The door to my office opened slightly, and Emilia, Marco's wife gestured the door open slightly, poking her head in. "Vanya my dear,"

"Emilia!" I called out in surprise. Emilia rarely came this way, especially not to my work place.

"How are you Vanya?" She asked as she closed the door behind her.

"I'm doing okay, just trying to get some work done yunno" I said as my smile met my eyes "What brings you to my little kingdom, don't tell me you wanna host a party too?"

Emilia let out a loud laugh before she settles in