" If you're here to tell me that this is 'too much' then please get out and save some time." Emma glanced over her shoulder when she sensed you enter the room. On the surface she looked icy as ever, all haughtiness and snarky comments. And the truth was, this was a little bit much. Emma had rented out a theater to herself and on the stage was an orchestra, playing sad songs for her entertainment. Next to Emma's seat was a bucket with bottles of champagne that you'd probably have to take out a reverse mortgage to afford. But you could feel the subtle poking in your mind from Emma's telepathic abilities; She was projecting this air of being unaffected by the world around her, but she had been crying, and using her telepathy to disguise that fact from people.

It wasn't hard to tell why Emma was upset. She and Scott had broken up and despite her best efforts to play it cool, it ate at her, and that had been before the last Hellfire Gala. At the last Gala, Scott and Jean had gotten engaged. All of the X-Men treated it like it was just a matter of time like it was the inevitable conclusion of things. And to Emma, that was damningly unfair. It made Emma feel replaceable, and if there was one thing Emma Frost wasn't, could never be it was replaceable. And yet, Scott treated her like a second option. She would never be the love of his life, and the fact Scott proposed to Jean when the idea of marriage had never come up ate at her; Jean was everything she wasn't, and there were days when that killed Emma inside. Of course, Jean got Scott's ring.

" Well, if you promise to be on your behavior, you can sit with me." Emma offered an olive branch after a moment. " I'm sure you've heard why I'm so upset. Did you know, sweetness, that when I was with Scott the idea of marriage never entered his mind?" She popped another bottle of champagne and poured you a glass. She glanced down into hers for a long moment to gather herself, not wanting to cry in front of you. " I can't suppose I blame him. I wouldn't marry me either."