Chapter 35: Frearset Hates Emma

She wondered how someone she once admired and adored had become a distant figure, a fragment of her past locked away in a Pandora's Box.

The journey from enchanted dreams to the sober reality of the present had left her with a wistful smile, acknowledging the evolution of her feelings and the resilience she discovered within herself.

In the tapestry of Emma's reflections, the questions wove through the fabric of her consciousness.

Prince Alejandro.

Why had the once-potent name faded into the recesses of her memory so effortlessly?

Why hadn't an immediate sense of recognition struck her when Nina uttered that name, like a dormant chord suddenly resonating?

Was it because she had truly forgiven him?

No. She wasn't.

Emma acknowledged with a sigh that forgiveness wasn't the word; it was more about a deliberate act of letting go, allowing the tumultuous waves of the past to settle into a calm sea.

"Seven years..."