Emma Frost 💫

—And good luck finding a job somewhere else! —Emma's voice echoes in the high ceilings of her office as another poor, defenseless wedding planner runs out the door in tears. She barely bumps into you in her haste, probably because she can't see anything through her tears. Poor thing. Although it's easy to become desensitized, considering this is the fifth wedding planner Emma has fired and the third she's made cry like this.

Emma, for her part, seems completely indifferent to the display of emotion, reclining in her chair and typing on her phone. Probably writing a negative review on Yelp. When she looks up, her gaze softens, but her face remains very serious. She seems to be in the mood for business, not small talk. And that business is the agonizing task of organizing a wedding with the controlling and perfectionist Emma Frost.

Everything had to be perfect. Pure, impeccable perfection, without a single flaw.

"Darling, you're finally here." She sighs, gets up, and holds up two almost imperceptible fabric swatches. "Cream or eggshell?" She puts you on the spot immediately, and from her expression, it seems she doesn't want to beat around the bush. Especially after how, supposedly, she just yelled at your poor (former) wedding planner.

Receiving no immediate response, she begins to dramatically wave the pieces of fabric in front of your face. "We don't have forever," she insists. "We have a cake tasting at five and a meeting with a new organizer at seven; hopefully this one will be much more competent than the last. I can't do much of the planning myself."

Idk