A/N: I said I would finish this today (in honor of it being my birthday!) but this chapter turned out to be longer than all the others, I need a small break. Plus, after so much writing, I worked up quite an appetite lol. But come tomorrow, this story will reach it's final chapter! I can't believe how fast I wrote this adaptation and I had a blast creating it as I do with all my stories for you all. Please, I beg that you kindly remember, that NONE of my stories are allowed to be translated and/or used as part of other fandoms. This was written entirely by me for SQ ONLY and that's how I want it to stay. Thank you all kindly for tuning in to a chapter that was proven to be written way better than the film. If I do say so myself. :) Happy reading (Saturday) to all! And thank you for all the advanced birthday wishes on Facebook!
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Emma's eyes were as wide as ever as the limo pulled up in front of The Met. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine she would be wearing such an elegant dress that she could never afford in a lifetime, while attending such a thing as a benefit dinner in this place. Hell, Emma never imagined setting even a toe in this place. She's lived here all of her life and she never once considered coming here.
And now look at her. Dressed up like Cinderella, ready to enjoy an evening of dancing with her Princess. Except it was all based on a lie. A lie she needed to come clean about.
"Ma'am," the driver held out his hand at Emma, helping her dismount the limo.
Emma gave the driver a nervous smile. "Thank you." She looks forward to the Met, draws in a slow breath for encouragement before making her way inside.
Regina looked down at her watch for what had become the eighth time tonight. "Regina, meet Heronimus Van Deighlan." Killian grinned. He had been introducing Regina to millions of asses she had to kiss tonight.
"Mr. Van Deighlan." Regina smiles, shaking the man's hand firmly yet gracefully.
"Ms. Mills! Such a beauty. I am certainly voting for you to win this election." Heronimus gave a wink. "You must accept an invitation for horseback riding sometime." He grins. "Killian tells me you are the best on horseback."
"Well, I wouldn't say I'm the best, Mr. Van Deighlan-"
"Please. Call me Heronimus. I insist. All my friends do!" He chuckles.
"Heroniums." Regina grins. She's been grinning so much tonight out of obligation, her damn cheeks could get stuck that way. She has kept her word to Killian, expecting the one person she truly wants to see, talk to and possibly even kiss tonight, and yet Emma was a no-show. "Will you excuse Killian and I for just a moment?"
"Oh, but of course!" Heronimus waves his hand.
Regina pulls Killian aside, checking her watch for the ninth time. "It's nine-thirty, Killian. Now where the hell is she?" She keeps her voice low.
"She'll be here, Regina." Said Killian.
"Are you sure?" Regina asks.
"Yes-" Killian takes a quick glance around the room. "Will you stop looking at your watch-!" He brings her hand down when Regina checks her watch for the tenth time. "People are going to think you don't want to be here."
Regina didn't want to be here. The only reason she was here, wasn't here to begin with.
"She'll be here. Come on," Killian's hand hovers along Regina's back. "I want you to meet Miles Owens and his wife."
Regina looked to the entrance, not seeing Emma anywhere.
Killian rolls his eyes, "Regina." He calls out, reaching for her arm this time. "Come on-"
"Oh, my God, Killian." Regina's eyes grow wide at the sight of the real Emilia, engraved in a deep conversation with a gray-haired man. "Look who's here."
"Who?" Killian looks forward, noticing Emilia in the crowd. "Don't worry about her. There's millions of people in here. She'll never see you. Come on."
Regina checks her watch again as she walks with Killian. "It's nine-thirty-five. She's not coming."
"She's coming, Regina. She's coming, alright? I promise." Killian puts on a smile for someone that waves their way.
"She better be, Killian." Regina smiles as she is led to Miles Owens and his wife.
"Mr. and Mrs. Owens. May I introduce to you, Regina Mills. Future mayor of this city." Killian announces proudly. "Regina, this is Miles Owens and his wife Sally."
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance this evening." Regina smiles, first shaking Miles' hand, followed by the man's wife.
"The pleasure is ours, Ms. Mills." Sally smiles kindly. "I really love your dress." Her eyes admire Regina's black, criss cross tied, backless evening dress. All the way to hem that touched the floor.
"Thank you." Regina smiles, her eyes moving along toward the entrance, and as they do her heart stops.
A sax rendition of songs were playing this evening. Unbreak My Heart had started up exactly when Emma entered the room. Her eyes looked around the room, seeing a few eyes land on her, probably wondering who she was. She was so out of her element here. She didn't belong here. She should just turn and walk in the other direction, but as soon as her eyes found and locked onto Regina's from across the room; what should have been a simple task of leaving proved to be un-doable.
Emma's lips split into the loveliest smile Regina had ever seen, and Regina couldn't help but smile back. From across the room, Regina quickly scanned the evening dress that had the luck of covering Emma's body. It was possible that Emma just became more and more beautiful every single time they saw each other.
Once Emma willed her feet to move, walking along the crowd, Regina turned to the Owens', "You'll have to excuse me for the rest of the evening."
"Regina-" Killian mutters under his breath.
"I have an engagement that I simply can't refuse." Regina smiles, nodding to them curtly.
"Of course." Miles raises his champagne glass.
With that, Regina walks away without looking back. She had done her part tonight. She had kept her word, and now it was Killian's turn to do his part and let her be for the rest of the night to enjoy the company of the one woman she's been hoping to see in peace.
Regina's smile grows in its truest form compared to the rest of the evening earlier as she stands before Emma again. Her eyes have that sparkle in them that makes Emma believe for a moment that Regina might even love her. "You look beautiful." Said Regina, her eyes drinking in every curve of Emma's halter neck, backless white dress.
"Thank you. So do you." Emma replies with a small smile that soon disappears. "Regina, I only came here tonight to tell you that… That you and me… It can't happen. Whatever this is between us can't go anywhere beyond tonight."
"Is that so?" Regina asks. Emma was thankful that the brunette's eyes didn't lose the light in them.
"Unfortunately." Emma blinks, fighting back a sting of tears. Her heart was breaking so much right now. She dared to wish for this night never to come to an end.
Regina draws in a calm breath that makes her chest puff up, Emma can't help glancing down at the woman's breast, quickly locking eyes again as she hears Regina's calm and un-angry voice. "Well… Then you really should have worn a different dress." She says with humor.
Regina's humor is so infectious that Emma can't help but smile again, feeling her sadness evaporate into thin air.
"Would you like to dance?" Regina nods toward the crowd in the middle of the floor who are swaying. She doesn't wait for Emma to give her a response, simply taking her by the hand and guiding her toward the dance floor where their hands remained joined, while Regina's other hand placed itself along Emma's waist.
The real Emilia looked on in awe and jealousy from across the room. She couldn't help but think that there was something familiar about that woman dancing with Regina, but she couldn't quite place her finger on it. And that necklace! She would know that design anywhere. Not just anyone carried around a Harry Winston wreath along their neck for an entire evening.
"Regina, there is something else I have to tell you-" Emma's eyes locked onto Regina's.
"I feel it, too." Regina's eyes lit up as if her beating heart was the power source of the light in her eyes every time she looked at Emma.
Emma's breath catches in her throat, "You…? You do?" Her voice comes out as a low-cracking sound.
She grins, head nods. "I felt it the very first moment I met you. Did you?" Regina asks, seeking the answer behind Emma's beautiful sea-green eyes.
Emma should stay quiet. She shouldn't say anything. Well, she should tell Regina the truth about who she really was. That was why she was here. Except now everything has proven to be very difficult. Regina felt it too? Did that mean she loved her, too? Dare she ask?
"Look, I know you're used to getting your way, Regina." Emma blinks, fighting the urge to reveal her feelings to Regina.
"Yes, I am." Regina smiles. "Until I met you."
Emma scoffs out a light chuckle, "You could have any woman in the world, Regina." She glances around the room in no particular direction. "Any woman here would gladly murder me just to be in my shoes tonight. There's millions of women who are just dying for you to look their way."
Regina chuckles, "If that's true, then why are you making me work so hard? Do you not find me attractive?" She asks.
Emma smiles shyly, her eyes locked dead-onto Regina's. "That's the problem." She swallows a lump that forms along her throat. "I think you are the most attractive, elegant woman that I've ever met before in my entire life. It's almost frightening. But I'm wrong for you." She frowns.
Regina shakes her head, "You couldn't possibly be wrong for anyone." Her fingers along her hand which rests on Emma's waist expand a little. Their light touch sends chills up Emma's spine.
But she was wrong. She was pretending to be someone she wasn't. She was wearing clothes that weren't even her own.
"Regina," Emma breathes, feeling her heart accelerate inside of her chest. "I need to tell you something." She almost wished they weren't dancing, because her hand was starting to sweat. But she didn't want this dance to stop. She wanted to keep Regina close, tonight more than ever.
"Tell me anything you want." Regina smiles, pulling Emma's body slightly closer until it's pressed against her own. The scent of perfume that Emma was wearing, lingering around them was making Regina's head spin.
How to begin?
"Regina…" Emma blinks and draws in a breath. "When you and I met-"
"Regina," Killian's hand gently lands along Regina's arm, halting their dance. "Excuse me, but Victoria Belfrey just arrived. I think it would be wise for you to say hello."
"Killian-" Regina frowns, not wanting to part for a second from Emma.
"Now, Regina, you promised-" Killian pulls Regina back a little until she is no longer standing close to Emma. "Go, go, go, I will cut in here, and dance with her until you are back." He moves in, grabbing hold of Emma.
Regina gives Emma an apologetic look before she walks away.
Emma allows Kilian to lead her into a dance, her eyes on him. "Do I need to know something here?" Killian asks.
"Whatever do you mean?" Emma asks, following his lead.
"Well, come on… Let's be honest here. You aren't exactly who you say you are, are you?" Emma frowns at his question. "So, what is it? Were you in prison? Did you murder someone- what?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. He asked a lot of questions." Emma said sternly.
Killian chuckles, "No wonder Regina likes you. You have spunk. I'll give you that. But make no mistake, I like a good mystery. Whatever it is that you're hiding-"
"Is between me and Regina. No one else." Said Emma.
"You're wrong. Everything about Regina is my business. Including her girlfriends."
"I'm not her girlfriend." Emma replies.
"Well, whatever. I just need Regina to be focused tonight, okay?" Killian smiles. "I think we can both agree that the last thing she needs is a scandal."
"On that we agree." Emma nods.
"Alright, I said hello," Regina eagerly returns. "May I have her back now, please, Killian?"
"Sure, sure." Killian backs away, smiling.
"Thank you." Regina stands before Emma, her smile reaching her eyes. "Now, where were we?" She moves in, resting her hand along Emma's waist again, holding her close again. "Right about here, wasn't it?"
Emma's eyes follow Killian before they land back, locking onto Regina's. "Listen, I think I better go."
"Why?" Regina frowns. "You don't have to leave."
"Regina, I like you." Emma breathes, watching Regina's smile grow all the more. A smile that takes her breath away. "I might even-" She stops herself.
"What?" Regina's head tilts expectedly. "Tell me. You might even…?" Her heart accelerates.
"Look, I think you just need to go and do what you have to do, okay? I mean, Killian thinks that I'm distracting you from-"
"Hold on. Hold on, no. Please." Regina closes her eyes for a moment. "Please. Never. Never start a sentence with me with 'Killian thinks.'"
Emma smiles a little. "Fine, but you should still do the right thing here."
"You're absolutely right." Regina's eyes shine all the more that it becomes hard for Emma to look away from them. "And until I met you, I never quite knew what the right thing for me to do was, but I do now." Emma lets out a small gasp at the contact along her cheek from Regina's hand, cupping along her jawline.
Emma's breathing trembled as Regina leaned closer and closer, so close she could feel her warm breath along her bottom lip. Regina wanted to kiss her! "I can't-" Emma instantly pulls back, seeing the disappointment in the brunette's eyes. "I can't. I'm sorry. I have to go."
"What?" Regina's brow furrows, her hand captures Emma's arm before she can even run. "Emilia, don't-"
"I'm sorry, Regina." Emma's eyes gloss over, so much that it breaks Regina's heart. Even more so to watch Emma take a couple of steps back. "I'm sorry, but this… This is an evening that I will never forget."
"Emilia." Regina calls out, watching Emma power walk past the crowd. A few heads turned but she didn't care. Regina quickly chased after her, instantly being held back by the real Emilia, who stood before her now, blocking her only exit.
"Oh, Regina! Hi!" Emilia smiled.
Regina frowns, but forces out a small smile. "Oh. Hello again."
"Gosh, what a night, huh?"
"Mhm." Regina nods, her eyes looking over the woman's shoulder, watching Emma's figure become smaller and smaller by the minute.
"I mean, who doesn't know who around here, am I right?" Emilia lets out a forced laugh that is too much for Regina to listen to.
"Right. Excuse me for just a moment." Regina races past Emilia, feeling the woman's hand reach out to grab her by her forearm.
"Oh! Just a moment, I wanted to ask you something. Are you, um… Here with a date?" Emilia grins, but inside she was dying.
Regina lifts her chin, "Could you keep a secret?" She asks in a low voice.
"Oh, of course." Emilia whispers.
"Good. So can I." Regina grins. "Excuse me." Before Emilia could distract her any further, she races off. Her heels click loudly along the marbled flooring, followed by the concrete as Regina races down the stairs of the Met. Her eyes glued to the back of Emma's figure. "Emilia!" She calls out. "Emilia, please."
Emilia! Emilia! Emma scoffs, shaking her head. She was really starting to miss the sound of her own name.
"Emilia. Is there somewhere else you have to be?" Regina asks.
"No, I just have to leave." Emma replies.
"Well, I don't think you're leaving, I think you're running away from something that you know we both feel." Said Regina.
Emma whirls around on her heels, her eyes glossed over. "How the hell would you know about what I want?"
Regina is shocked, but her voice remains gentle as she answers, "Because you wouldn't have come otherwise. You wanted to see me, as badly as I wanted to see you. So, my question is… Are you from something you want or are you running from something you're afraid to want?"
Emma's breathing trembles, Regina can't help but look down at the slight tremble along her bottom lip. "Look, Regina, I've made so many mistakes already. I've been living a lie, okay? And you- you've been so wonderful that I…" She looks in no particular direction before turning back to Regina. "I just don't want to make things harder for you."
"You won't. I promise." Regina shakes her head. The water fountain behind Emma made Emma stand out all the more, she looked so beautiful. Like a portrait one could spend hours staring at.
"Look, Regina, I should be honest with you about something." Emma blinks and swallows down a breath. "God, how do I begin to tell you this?" She breathes out sharply. "Look, I'm not who you think I am. The first time I met you, I wasn't staying in the Park Suite, I was-"
"You were mesmerizing." Regina cups her hand along Emma's jaw, pulling her in until their lips pressed together in a kiss that made both their hearts race, their blood pump fast through their veins, their knees weak, and their world's spin. Regina led Emma into that kiss as well as she led her on that dance floor just a few minutes ago.
Emma couldn't hold back from responding to every movement Regina's lips made with her own. She was such a fantastic kisser, that she wanted more of it. So much more, before Emma knew it, she allowed herself to be pulled in by Regina's arm as it snaked its way along her waist. Emma's own hand rested along Regina's cheek.
Once Regina pulled away, she was thankful to see Emma still standing before her once her eyes dared to open. And her favorite thing? Was finding Emma's own sea-green eyes staring right back at her. "Do you?" Regina asks.
Emma's brow crinkles slightly, but eases back as soon as she realizes where Regina's question is coming from. And the answer was yes. She absolutely felt it, too. "Yes."
Regina's smile was as mesmerizing as she said Emma to be. "Then, come home with me." Her thumb caressed its way along Emma's cheekbone, it made it impossible for Emma to say no to such an offer.
Once they stepped inside the suite that Emma knew all too well by now, she couldn't stop herself from kissing Regina until they walked their way blindly toward the bedroom, and didn't stop until she felt the back of her knees come in contact with the edge of the mattress. That's when their kiss finally parted, and their eyes met once again within the darkness of the bedroom.
Their only source of light being the light that illuminated its way through the massive window that part of the Queen size bed covered. The lights of the city, along with rain that now tapped along the window gave the atmosphere of the room a romantic feeling that Emma never dreamed of experiencing. And especially not Regina, either.
They were breathless from their previous kiss session. And as Emma looked into Regina's dark, capturing eyes, she couldn't help but feel all the love in the world pumping out of her heart and straight through her veins in that moment. Same as Regina. She was wrong in seeing Regina as a princess. Regina was more than just a princess. Regina was a Queen.
And Emma… The way Regina's eyes were looking at her tonight. Emma wasn't just mesmerizing. She was an angel.
"If tonight is all we have…" Regina's voice proves to be as soft as her touch as her thumb softly caresses along Emma's bottom lip. "Stay. Stay with me. Please."
How in the hell could Emma say no to that?
Emma slowly sat along the edge of Regina's queen size bed, feeling the mattress sink below her. She looked up at Regina, allowing her eyes to wander to the open line of the front of Regina's black dress. The brunette's skin tone matching perfectly well with the fabric of the dress.
"On one condition." Emma breathes.
"Whatever your heart desires." Said Regina, willing to get down on her knees if Emma asked her to at this very moment.
"Call me Emma."
Regina's brow furrows quizzically, but her lips curve into a small, agreeable smile before she leaned forward and her lips pressed along thin ones again. She would allow Emma to call her anything if that meant she spent the night with her tonight. She would call her whatever Emma wanted to be called, as long as she didn't run away again. Regina's hands caressed their way along Emma's bare arms, feeling Emma's hand explore every curve of her waist. Emma stood to her feet, allowing Regina to pull her in close again. And they were lost.
As their bodies pressed together, Regina's hands mapped their way down along Emma's bare back, lingering in the touch of her soft skin. She halted until she reached the small zipper along lower back, pulling it all the way until it ended at the top of her backside. Her hands explored further, and their kiss deepened. Emma released a small moan as she could feel the woman's hands travel up her naked back, loosening the single button along the halter neck of the dress.
They parted from their kiss, eyes locking, lips breathless and swollen. Emma allowed Regina's hands to rid her of the halter neck, her hands allowing it to fall as they worked on ridding Emma from the rest of her dress, allowing it to slide off of her curves. Regina's breath caught in the back of her throat as her eyes mapped out Emma's entire body, only covered by her bra and panties. Dress pooled along the floor.
"You're so beautiful." Regina whispers. The back of her knuckles lightly brush along Emma's collar bone until her hand lands along one of her shoulders, thumb sliding down one of the bra straps.
"You say that like it's true." Emma replies softly, finding it difficult to breathe with how softly Regina was touching her. She had never been touched this way. She couldn't even imagine how the rest of this evening, in this queen sized bed, would even begin to feel.
Both corners of Regina's lips curve into a small smile. "It's true. You're so beautiful, that I don't ever want to look at another woman again."
This time, it's Emma who leans in to kiss Regina. It's a kiss so breathless, so passionate that the feeling of Regina's arms wrapping tightly along her waist take her completely off guard. But not as off guard as being lifted up and placed along the bed where she gives in to the weight of Regina's body lying along her own. The mattress sank further below them. Emma's hands cradled Regina's bare back. Her fingers undoing the zipper from the side of the dress that rested along Regina's thigh. Once the pressure of the dress was off, Regina took care of the rest of herself by wiggling herself out of it and allowing it to pool along the floor to join Emma's neglected dress.
Next clothing item to come off were their panties, followed by their bras. Until there was nothing left but skin. Naked, visible skin.
Emma's eyes closed, lavishing in the feeling of how perfectly good Regina's lips danced along her neck, all along her bare breasts. Her hand yanked a little on the brunette's jet black hair, letting out a small whimper upon feeling Regina's teeth gently graze along her hardened nipple. Calming it with the warmth of her tongue and suckle of her mouth right after. Emma could feel her sex begging to be touched.
And Regina, the wetter Emma was, the wetter she became. She allowed her tongue to explore every curve of Emma's stomach, all the way back up until she reached her lips again, where they were captured again in a wet, breathy, passionate yet devouring kiss.
Emma's body spun along the bed, towering over Regina's, feeling the brunette's hands rest openly along her bare backside. It wasn't until one of them found its way between their pressed bodies, all the way down to where an eruption was waiting to happen from between Emma's thighs. Emma breathed out a small moan in unison with Regina as they both felt the same wave of pleasure erupt from each other's bodies once Regina inserted two single digits into Emma's warm, and silky walls. Slowly, they pumped in and out, Regina lavishing in the pleasure of Emma's hips following the exact rhythm of her hand.
As their eyes locked again, Emma became brazen enough to place two fingers of her own inside of Regina's walls that rested between her thighs. Her thumb dancing along her clit, spurring her on to turn wetter and wetter. Both sharing a moan after another that were exchanged like a long kept secret between both.
Regina's nails from her free hand scraped along Emma's back, leaving red, but faded marks along her skin as she moaned. Her hips bucking off of the bed with every thrust. She waits until Emma sinks further into her, to turn her head slightly, right where her lips are brushing along Emma's ear. "I pictured you just like this since the moment I saw you." Regina breathed, her voice soft.
"As did I." Emma breathed out, feeling breathless by the minute. Her lips grabbed hold of Regina's neck, her tongue darting out, leaving a wet trail along her throat, following a straight invisible line that ended right at that incredibly sexy scar that she found herself mesmerized by since the moment they locked eyes.
"I love you," Regina breathed, finding Emma's hooded, lustful eyes looking down at her. "Emma." She calls her what was asked of her without a second thought or care in the world. And it's the most beautiful sound- apart from Regina's moans and heavy breathes- that Emma had ever heard in the entire galaxy.
As Emma is about to lean in for a kiss, she is halted by Regina's hand, resting along her pink, flustered cheek. Fuck it. This was as close as Emma was going to get on being truthful about something. And she would damn well say it. "I love you, too, Regina." She whispers.
Regina's smile grows, disappearing within their lips as they press down on one another in a kiss so deep. Their bodies pressing together so hard, they rock in unison with rhythm until they are lost all over again and left in a wave of ecstasy.
Emma's eyes opened the following morning as the sun was barely beginning to shine. And for a moment, she had forgotten where she was, until felt Regina's body clung to her own, limbs wrapped up on one another from underneath the bed sheets. The corners of Emma's lips stretch into a wide smile at the sight of a passed out and clearly exhausted Regina. The woman looked gorgeous even while sleeping.
She frowned as her eyes landed on the sunrise that was ahead. An indication that her carriage had turned back into a pumpkin. Her dress had to be given back, and she would once again have to wear a maid's outfit for work. And worst of all. Her and Regina would go their separate ways.
Carefully grabbing a hold of Regina's arm, which remained wrapped around her waist for the entire night, Emma removed it and placed it along the bed, halting when she felt Regina's body shift a little until it settled itself back to its immobile state. She climbed out of bed, bending down to pick up her dress, looked around the room and picked up a pair of dress pants from Regina's room along with one of her shirts. Finally she tipy-toed her way toward the bathroom to change into the brunette's clothes, which surprisingly fit her perfectly fine.
Emma's eyes looked at herself in the mirror as she picked up her hair into a messy ponytail. "Fairy tale is over, Em." She words to herself, looking at herself over in the mirror for courage to leave Regina. Her eyes falling on the diamond necklace that still hung perfectly along her neck. She had almost forgotten she had it. She needed to return everything ASAP.
As she exits the bathroom, her eyes land on Regina's naked back. She had rotated in bed and laid on her stomach. She could see her back rising and falling with each peaceful breath she took. The corner of her lip tilts into a sad little smile. "Goodbye, Regina." She whispers, exiting the bedroom.
Pongo's head snaps up from its sleeping state, his ears perk up at the sight of Emma.
Before she leaves the suite for good, Emma gathers a notepad, along with a pen sitting along the coffee table and scribbles out a note. Borrowed some of your clothes. I will make sure they are returned washed and pressed for you. Love, her hand halts before she can even write down her name, and decides to leave that part blank.
Pongo whines a little loudly that it makes Emma turn away from the door. As Emma bends down along her knees, Pongo happily moves toward her, enjoying a scratch along his head. "Shh," Emma smiles at the friendly canine. "You take care of her, Pongo. She's one in a million." She whispers, pressing a kiss along Pongo's head before exiting the suite for good.
"I'm just saying, darling, your swing is definitely improving." Emilia's friend swings her tennis racket along her shoulder, smirking as she and Emilia are walking along the hallway.
"Yours, too. You know, I can tell." Emilia smirks.
"Really?" The woman's eyes grow wide as she spots Emma coming from within Regina's suite. "Oh, my God…"
Emilia turns, her eyes wide at the sight before her. Her eyes falling on the necklace, "That's the Harry Winston Wreath." She whispers.
Emma halts as she encounters them along the hallway. "Morning." She barely smiles, keeping her head down as she races past them.
Susan's jaw drops to the floor in a gasp. "Wait a minute. Wait."
"What?" Emilia's eyes turn to Susan.
"Emilia…" Susan holds out a hand in awe. "Isn't that that maid?"
Leave it to Susan to have a photographic memory. Emilia's eyes grow wider as she turns back in the direction of Emma's destination. Of course! How could she have been such a fool to not recognize her sooner?
"No." Emilia shakes her head. "This can't be. This is absolutely ludicrous."
"Is it?" Susan stands before Emilia, looking her dead in the eye. "Emilia. You have to report this. She's a maid! Think about it- where would a maid get a hold of a Harry Winston Wreath necklace if it wasn't stolen? What if she steals something from us next? And she came out of Regina Mills' room! Who's to say she didn't steal something from her, too?"
Emilia is in awe, unable to process what she's just witnessed.