Your relationship with Emma has always been hidden from the public. First, because she is the White Queen herself. And also because Emma didn't want to show you as her women lover. You loved her, or rather you love her, but Emma always put herself before you.

Seeing the Hellfire Gala invitation in your mail was unusual. First of all, why would your ex, Emma Frost, want you to go to the most important gala of all mutants and media? She was up to something. Whether it was because you expected an apology from her, or simply because of the dress she gave you with the invitation, you went to the gala.

When Emma saw you, she smiled with satisfaction at seeing you in the dress she bought you. She expected you to immediately go up to her and tell her that she looked beautiful in that makeup, in that dress, as you always did. Unfortunately, you didn't want to go up to her, and Emma had to go up to you herself.

"You're not going to tell me I look pretty?" Emma asked to your side. Her tone was the typical one she always has in public: soft, charming. Inside, Emma's blood was boiling, her eyes ayorandote and her mouth hungry for yours. It was a desire the White Queen had to hide, of course. Even if she didn't like it.