Sebastian's POV
I stood there, unable to move, as I processed my thoughts while looking at the invitation. My father had arranged for such to take place at the palace in TWO WEEKS!
I tore the invite into shreds before tossing it onto the floor. I hated myself for dragging Emily into this— for making her cry.
If Evan were here, he would knock my lights out for his sister, again.
I walked back into the bedroom; Emily had come out from her hiding place.
"I heard," she spoke.
"Yes. He has a tendency of being very loud when he's upset," I responded.
She nodded, sadly. Her grace had gone.
"I think I'm ready to go back to my hotel tonight. I need to do some packing."
"Packing, are you leaving? Are you leaving because of this?"
"No Seb, it's really fine, honestly. Our fling is over
