Closing the door behind her, Emma walked into the living room joyfully. She was delighted to hear about the invitation and couldn't contain her joy. “Phoebe. Phoebe, I…” The man Emma saw in the living room caused her to halt. She could see he was very well dressed and that his suit was more expensive. She looked in Phoebe's direction. “I am home.” She said her final words. As she approached her new room, she exchanged glances with him and gave him a shaky smile but his voice halted her in her tracks.“Hello Miss Facer.”Emma turned to face him. Her heart was beating very fast. He knows who she is. “You know my name.” She remarked while flinching."I do, of course." With his drink in hand, he got to his feet and walked over to her. He gave her a sniff before observing her and smiling as he did so. When he looked at her again, he could see the perplexity on her face. "Let me clarify who I am to you before you get more confused." He turned to face Phoebe, "Phoebe, sweetheart. Would you
"I made certain to bring a few things with me this morning." As she started to distribute the refreshments she had bought on her way to the company, Winter smiled. Ezra became impatient with the driver during the trip because she kept stopping the car at every supermarket to obtain the ideal wine for Emma. "This is for you." She left Emma a bottle of wine. The one she gave the others was not like hers.Emma could see the looks on people's faces as they looked at her. "I don't think buying me something different is the best course of action."“Oh. I had no idea that it would have a different meaning. You're going to make my dress, so I simply wanted to offer you that.”Emma paused her drawing and looked at Winter, who had taken a seat in front of her. “Do you realize that my boss, your brother, is paying me for my work?”Winter chuckled. "I know. I just really like you.”Emma chuckled. “Well…” She took a breath. "I also like you. And I appreciate the wine, too. When I drink it, I'll ma
“Mom!” Winter called the moment she entered the house. It was busy, with people walking around with flowers and wrapped boxes for her grandmother's birthday. It was going to be a big party, and bigger men would also be attending. This is how it is around Hidden Towel. When one rich man organizes a party, other rich families get an invitation to attend. Winter stopped one of the workers. “Have you seen my mom?” “She is in her room.” The worker said. “Thank you.” Winter said with a smile. As she ascended the stairs, she came to a stop in front of her parents' door. She tapped on the door. The moment her mother spoke, Winter opened the door and stepped inside. “Mom.” Her mother was seen adjusting a dress that was placed on the mannequin. “What is it, darling? Did you find out what I asked you to do? I hope he didn’t suspect anything.” Winter approached her mother. She took a deep breath. “I will answer that later, but first, what are you doing? Isn’t that the dress you picked to wear
It’s been two hours since Zoella came into that house. Emma made sure the little girl was comfortable. She wasn’t a talker; instead, she put all her time into drawing. The girl had just finished her nightly bath and was changed into her pajamas. When Emma got her ready for bed, she said goodnight, gave the girl a kiss on her cheek, and turned off the light before she closed the door behind her. As she returned to the living room, Emma reached for her phone and instantly called Phoebe. “What was that about? You suddenly hung up the phone. It was like you saw a ghost or something.” Phoebe said. “Yeah. Kind of.” “What are you saying?” “Phoebe, the matron, showed up with Zoella. Unexpectedly.” Emma whispered, repeatedly checking Zoe’s door. As she took a seat on the couch, she sighed. “What?” “Now I don't know how I will do it. This is bad timing.” “No. it is good timing.” ”What?” “Emma. Think about this. The party you planned on telling Ezra about you is in two days time. What
“Okay. Are you ready to see how you look?” Emma asked Winter who was backing up the mirror as she zipped up the dress. Winter nodded. The clothes fit her perfectly, so she knows how wonderful she will look when she looks at herself in the mirror. Ever since she had gotten to the office with her brother, the words her brother had said about Emma before they left home were replying in her mind. Winter turned around, and a sudden gasp left her mouth as she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Is that me?” Emma nodded with a chuckle. “You are gorgeous, Miss Queen.” “I didn’t know this would look this perfect. Of course you made it, but I didn’t know I would look this fantastic.” She looked at Emma. “Thank you.” She leaned in for a hug, which caught Emma by surprise. As she released herself, Winter said, “I hope you remember that you and I will be coming into the party together, right?” “You said that before, but I wonder why. Isn’t it your grandmother’s birthday? You should definite
Emma yawned, dropping the cloth she had completed on the couch. She stood up and stretched. Feeling tired, she reached for her phone to check the time. “5:00 am.” She let out a low groan. She didn't know she spent that much time on the cloth. She dropped it back on the table, adjusted her newly sewn cloth, and placed it in a corner, then used the couch for a little nap. Just before she was about to start with the cloth, she received a call from Phoebe. Emma had informed her she wouldn't be able to come home until after the party. Phoebe had promised to care for Zoella while she did her work. And ended the sentence with, “Make sure you become the eye of the party.” Emma replayed those words in her head. She adjusted herself on the uncomfortable couch as she closed her eyes to sleep. The sound of the alarm woke her up a little after seven, leaving her with just two hours to sleep. She got up from the couch and used the bathroom to freshen up. Since no one would be present at the offic
Emma and Heather walked into the room filled with crowded people of higher class. Heather took two glasses of champagne from the waiter who had passed them by. She handed one to Emma. “You could use a little of this.” As Emma took it, she said, “Thank you.” She sipped a little. “Is this how it happens every year?” “Actually, it happens at the Empire. I guess Jada just wanted to feel at home, so she changed the venue for this year's birthday.” Emma nodded. It makes sense why the limo pulled up in front of this enormous mansion rather than the hotel. She heaved a sigh of relief. She won't have to think about the past anymore. She won't need to return to that hotel any longer. Her eyes darted about. It looked beautiful. Ezra was raised here. Heather remarked, "I'll be right back," as soon as she saw Josie. Heather hugged a stunning, slim woman who appeared to be in her 50s as Emma watched from a corner. Once she noticed a waiter passing her, Emma averted her gaze. She picked up another
Holding her cheek with his strong hand as he kissed her, Ezra Queen felt he had been there before and he would be there again. He couldn’t control himself. She was the same woman he had tried his best not to look at that afternoon on their way to the mansion; now, he is settled on her lips, savoring it like it was a goblet of wine. Like it was some kind of treasure he couldn't dare put away. Like it needed to be cared for, and that was what he was doing. Taking care of it like it deserved. Like it was intended to be placed inside of his. As he rocked his tongue into hers like the monster he is or is about to become, his hand combed through her hair. He made an effort to maintain control, but he was failing. Perhaps it was the taste of her or the scent of her perfume that kept him from moving, but he just didn't want to be free. Not yet. She was always filled with innocence when he looked at her, and he has tried to avoid shattering that innocence. But how could he not? Tonight, just