146 Emma and Persephone

"Emma got married?" Persephone asked in shock when she heard Sophia who was sitting next to her. She and Nico had also come to Richard's funeral. 

Sophia nodded her head. "You see the tall and dark Italiano God standing next to her?"

Persephone turned her head to look at the man standing next to Emma. He truly was an Italian God. She had never seen a man so gorgeous before. Well, Emma at least got a man who could defeat anyone in the looks department by dumping Salvatore. 

Sophia was still bitter that Emma dumped her brother on the altar. But she didn't understand that it was way better than the marriage filled with bitterness. Momentary bitterness was better than eternal one. 

"I heard he is a scholar or some white-collared man," Sophia then added. Her tone was condescending but Persephone didn't say anything.