The next day
Emily looked through some of the documents that Layla had delivered to her with speed. In one day, she was to marry Angelo, and she had her fingers crossed that neither Bjorn nor the rest of the family figured out her plans.
"You can't go in there!" Eimly raised her head from the files, only to see Fiona rush through her door with Layla running after her. "Madam, I tried to stop her," Layla explained.
"Don't worry yourself, Layla; please shut the door on your way out," Emily ordered. She watched as Layla nodded her head and exited the room, leaving only Emily and Fiona staring at each other.
"Hi, Fiona, what brings you here?" She questioned. Fiona stared down at Emily with a disgusted look on her face.
"Even when you wear designer clothes, you can't conceal the fact that you are from the gutter." Fiona insulted her, but none of her words hurt Emily any longer. In truth, Emily pitied the bitter woman that Fiona was.