Emily Greenfield was seated in the patient's ward, wearing one of the patient's clothes given to her by one of the nurses.“Are you ready?” Luke asked her and she breathed heavily. “I don’t know…I’m I?” She raised the mirror in her hand and gave herself another look. This was the last time she would be seeing this face. Once she had entered the surgery room, she would be coming out a different person. “You’ve got this. You can do it. I’d wait for you out here.” Luke assured her and she only forced a smile on her face and bent her head down in shame. What was Luke going to get from all this? She had nothing else to offer. Money, power, fame...None that she had. “Luke…thank you….thank you, I mean it. Without you…I don’t even know if I would be here today, thanks. How I could ever repay you, that I don’t know.” Luke shakes his head, instinctively. He was doing this purely from his heart to pay someone. “You would later, for now, do this for me.” Luke walked up to her. She got this!

Emily slowly escaped from the tight hug with her mother, retreating back. “Your father always maltreated me. He would beat me from time to time. I couldn’t handle it anymore.” Mrs Greenfield continued, then she coughed blood into a napkin. Her illness was severe.“I only stayed because of you. But it was too much for me to tolerate.”She shook her head and Emily adjusted closer to her mother, her face stained with worry. She didn’t know her mother had to pass through all this. She could feel her heart breaking into pieces. With every word her mother said. “But you guys never quarreled.” Emily was wondering how all this happened that she did not know of. “We did, but not in front of you.” Mrs. Greenfield sat up properly, her eyes drained of blood. Her facials were somewhat wrinkled. “So I had to leave. When I left, it was very difficult for me. I couldn’t even earn food for myself. Your father left me with nothing. I had to even beg on the streets not until I met Mr. Lord Richardson.

Inside the dimly lit tattoo parlor, Emily gazed at Luke's portrait on the tattoo man's arm, her curiosity piqued. "Does Luke hate women?" she asked, her voice soft.The tattoo man shook his head, "No." He sighed, his expression somber.Emily's eyes narrowed. "Why doesn't he have any female friends, then?"The tattoo man's gaze dropped, his voice low. "Luke was brought up under a strict father. He didn't have time for girls; his focus was on studies and his father's company, preparing to take over one day."Emily's face softened. "So, he never dated?"The tattoo man's reply was simple, "No."Emily felt a pang of sympathy for Luke, her heart going out to him. The tattoo man noticed her expression and asked, "How did you two meet, anyway?"Emily's smile was brief, her memory flashing back. "We... uh..."The tattoo man's eyes locked onto her face, a knowing glint in his eye. "You're blushing."Emily shook her head, "No, I'm not blushing."The tattoo man raised an eyebrow, "Oh, really? Wel

Luke's voice turned soft all of a sudden, his words pouring out like a romantic poem."Emily, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were different. I've been thinking about you every day since then. I was at that bar, waiting for you, because I knew it was your usual spot. My heart beats for you, and I crave your presence in my life. The thought of anyone else kissing you, holding you, makes me angry and jealous. I know I shouldn't rush things, but I can't help myself. I want to be the one you turn to, the one you love. I want to wake up every morning with you by my side and fall asleep every night with your hand in mine."Luke's eyes burned with intensity, his voice filled with passion and sincerity. Emily's face was still in shock, but her eyes began to soften, her heart racing with excitement and confusion.What of Mia? She wondered inwardly."Luke, I...I don't know what to say," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.Luke's face drew closer, his voice taking on a gentle t

The wedding day dawned bright and cheerful, with a fresh, crisp air that filled the lungs with joy. The scent of blooming flowers and newly cut grass wafted through the grounds, creating a sweet and inviting aroma. Who would have thought that Emily was going to be marrying the man she had mistakenly kissed at a bar when she was sober? Emily, resplendent in her stunning white wedding gown, beamed with happiness as she prepared to walk down the aisle. Her mother, seated in a wheelchair, smiled proudly, her eyes shining with tears of joy.Her lips spoke to Emily, “You look very pretty,” then she blew kisses to which Emily frantically collected. The gathering was a vibrant mix of friends, family, and loved ones, all united in their celebration of Luke and Emily's love. Emily's thoughts momentarily drifted to her best friend Lisa, who had been absent from her life since the accident years ago. She wished Lisa could be there to share in her happiness, but she was grateful for the life