Chapter 87

Emma tugged subtly at Gabriel's suit jacket, and he caught her gaze. When their eyes met—hers seemingly shimmering under the lights—he knew exactly what she was thinking. She was already planning her escape. He gave her a reassuring look. Thea, watching their silent exchange, felt a mix of shock and relief. At least Emma hadn't been swept away by one of those flashy outsiders. If things with Frank didn't work out, being with Gabriel wasn't such a bad alternative. Lea, ever the schemer, observed the moment and decided to step in. With a feigned air of concern, she sidled up to Emma and abruptly grabbed her hand. "Emma, don't hold a grudge against Frank," she chided. "Frank is always worried about you. And now that you're messing around with Gabriel, of course, he's upset." Her grip was friendly on the surface, but there was an underlying force that spoke of hidden intentions. Emma frowned—she'd had enough of their insincere theatrics. Without hesitation, she jerked her hand free fr