A golden Angel

It was almost evening when Emma had reached Las Vegas. Not letting herself linger in fear and insecurity as she now had very little money left with her and was not sure if she would even had a shelter above her head for the night. Her life in the glorious Costas residence was already a nightmare, what worse could happen in the streets? 

Still,wondering on the streets with no destination or plan didn't help her either. Anyone who she would pass through would give her double glances and why wouldn't they? One wouldn't usually see a bride with tattered night eight thousand dollars wedding gown, dripping make up and messed up hair wandering in the middle of the deserted road. 

Thus, it was completely normal for everyone to look at her with those -- accusatory, curious and frowning gazes. If one were to ask her the truth, she would directly say that their gazes and murmurs didn't affect her in a least. She had long learned to filter these voices.