Emma tripped for the third time since she saw the heartbreaking scene, as she hurriedly walked through the hallways to the main hall where the party was still in full bloom.

Had she seen it right? She thought, wiping off tears for the umpteenth time from her eyes with her fingers. They were not even a week old, and he was already cheating.

She had convinced Maya to follow her, look for him, after waiting for some minutes for his return. They had trailed his scent; Maya had actually done that, citing it was a gift or something. Only to find him enjoying without her, enjoying with a stranger on...