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Interlude 3
Emma entered her dressing room with a smile on her face. She grinned ear to ear thinking of what she had done to Remy. Ms. Frost was pleased with the way she had hurt him so deeply. She was a bit shocked at Remy for not knowing. A small laugh escaped her curled mouth and she sunk into her white leather couch. She looked up and found that there was a bouquet of white roses just for her. Emma raised an eyebrow and smiled even bigger. She raised herself from her seat and made her way over to her vanity. There was an envelope stuffed between the dozen flower stems. It was made out to "The Beautiful Ms. Emma Frost" in neat handwriting… not a woman's penmanship but a man's attempt; neat and concentrated. 'Mr. Lehnsherr is such a hopeless romantic' she thought. She opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.
Dearest Emma,
I couldn't find the courage to talk with you in person… I know you must hate me. I wanted, no, I needed to tell you I am truly sorry for what happened between us. And I know that these roses are not enough for you to forgive me, so I am writing this letter for you. I've never seen someone as fair and beautiful that is as strong a woman as you. Your poise and grace intimidated me when we first met, but you were so warm, I soon became comfortable to your touch. You are the loveliest woman I've ever set eyes on, and I was truly blessed when you were "mine" for that too short a time. So I'm saying to you now, whether it will help or not, I'm sorry. You deserve a sincere apology, so I will say it again, I am sorry. I knowthat's not nearly enough for you to consider forgiveness, but I want you to know, that I respect you and want you to be happy. Whether it's with me… or without.
Sincerely,
Victor Creed
"Bullshit." Emma threw down the letter and scoffed at his horrible attempt to sound sincere. 'The guy is a nutcase, a psychopath.' She thought to herself as she changed her top. 'He's goddamn right a dozen roses isn't gonna get my forgiveness. The creep slapped me around and I had to take a week off of work pretending I was sick until the bruises went away! What a fucking prick.' She quickly applied some lip gloss and grabbed the vase. She carried them into the conference room and set them on the large table. Emma didn't want them in her dressing room… but she didn't want to throw them away and waste them either… they'd serve a decorative purpose now.
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