EMILY’S POV
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The entirety of the car ride was quiet, but so was the day after the ridiculous events of this morning. Nico remembered nothing of last night, and when I asked him if he was feeling alright this morning, I was welcomed with hostility instead of a warm acknowledgment that I was expecting. My foot won’t stop tapping against the car floor, my leg won’t stop bouncing and my palms ate sweaty. I am about to meet the King and Queen, the rulers of our laws, the ones that we look up to and the ones who we wished we could be as a kid, and here I sit, not speaking to the man taking me as his date, and the world feels like it’s spinning faster the closer we get to the destination. The car stops, and Nico climbs out, straightening himself as he pats down his blazer. I glance at him, won
