EMMA'S POV

The dancing had stopped and Ray was nowhere to be found yet. I was tired of seeing the men staring at me like I was fresh meat. Imbeciles. Some young women were glaring at me like I was a cute baby that everyone couldn’t get their eyes off. I ordered some fine white wine I saw at the bar, the bartender smiled politely at me, like he could read how uncomfortable I was. I needed to leave, a guy in a grey suit was heading towards me, he was supposed to look intimidating with his huge escort but it didn’t seem to impose any form of fear upon...