Forever Yours

.21

"Are you okay, Em?"

Emma fixed her face within a second.

She caught her, didn't she?

Some days, you have a mask on, the everything is okay mask and without you being aware of it. .the mask slips off sometimes.

You get caught. People catch it.

And the next second you paste a smile.

"I'm as happy as happy can get." Emma grinned cheekily.

Diana kept looking at her, unsure.

The tiny frown lines between her eyebrows telling Emma . .Diana had caught her.

She didn't believe her but for her sake she didn't prod her further.

"If you say so. ." She said , wiping her hands off on the apron she had on.

They were in the sleek kitchen.

Diana felt like baking a cake and Emma had gladly joined in. Though she did ask her why work when you have servants around to do your bidding?

While cracking an egg open, Diana had chuckled . "I know I know. It's hard for the layman to understand but sometime somewhere we were also mango people , you know. Mango people with mango jobs and houses. I'm just trying to be . . trying to make myself nostalgic of those time. .when things were simple. One cake could bring out smiles and I would bake all the time for Max. It's so—"

Diana kept going but Emma's heart got stuck on that one name.

Max.

Max.

Max. . .

"Careful, daydreamer!"

Diana's warning made her realize she had been standing way too close to the stove. Hastily, she stepped back. Looking sheepish.

Diana shook her head in disapproval.

"Get the chocolate and melt it down in the bowl." She instructed her , giving her a worried glance as she turned back to her station.

Emma got the bars of dark chocolate and melted it. .all this time thinking about that one man she couldn't seem to get rid of.

Maybe it was the regret eating away at her heart...

Did he really kick out Laura? Because of something she had said? Did she really character assassinated a person she knew nothing of?

Well, color me judgmental, Emma thought whipping the chocolate.

Let me actually show you what this word represents.

Emma's hand stopped.

Why the hell did she cry over that? Did she get scare? Did she think he was going to—

No.

The empty threat reminded her of the harrowing day she almost got—Jake almost—

Why was it so hard to utter that word?

If the word was so dark, imagine it happening to a body.

"Guess I should break the news ." Diana suddenly said.

Emma was so thankful for her interruption. For pulling her out of the morbid thoughts.

"Yeah? What is it?" Emma asked, wiping off the sheen on her forehead.

Diana turned at her.

The soft curls in her hair bouncing, she had a smile big enough to crack at anyone's heart. Her cheeks had a lovely rosy flush.