---- Emma," I said, taking the coffee. "You mean that Emma who posts bikini selfies on Instagram every other day?" David sank into the leather chair across from me. "Do you follow her?" "No, it's just that her comments are always under Matthew's posts. 'Matthew, you look so handsome today. Your muscles are getting even bigger,'" David said, mimicking a woman's high-pitched, syrupy voice. I opened my laptop. "Doesn't matter. The prenup has already been drafted anyway." David leaned forward and said, "Sophie, we've known each other for 25 years. I have to be honest- Matthew isn't good enough for you. He's a personal trainer who barely makes 50 thousand dollars a year. You're the one covering all his expenses." "David, let's not get into this again." "Fine." He raised both hands in mock surrender. ---- "But if you ever need anything, I'm here. Also, you look incredible today. That DVF wrap dress was made for you." My phone buzzed with a text from Emma. "Sophie, I'm really sorry you were late. Hope your boss didn't give you a hard time. I told Matthew I could call an Uber, but he said it's a friend's duty to help. I'm sure you understand, right?" I typed quickly. "Emma, first, I'm a partner. Iam the boss. Second, we're the same age-you're three months older, so drop the innocent act. Third, yes, I do mind my fiance being your personal chauffeur. Please handle your own transportation next time." Thit send. A few seconds later, her reply popped up. "Oh, sorry. It must've been your smile lines that confused me. I really did tell Matthew not to bother, but he said a man should protect a woman in need. Maybe you should talk to him directly. Your voice should carry more weight-as his fiancee." ---- She added a wide-eyed emoji for extra effect. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!