"I take responsibility for it," the woman says, flashing a smile in Emma's direction. "I just wasn’t looking while walking."

I put the dress down, fuming. Emma's back is facing me.

As soon as our eyes meet, the woman shot me a cold smile with a mischievous look in her eyes.

Great. The last person I want to see. I walk up to Emma, standing beside her then I place my arm around her shoulders.

“Monica. What brings you to this city?”

Emma glance at me. “You know her?”

“Yes.”

Monica Lewinsky throws a sweet smile at Emma before fixing a contemptuous look at me. “It's quite a coincidence, Knox....