Ninety five

Before Emma knew it, she was taken to her room and pampered and powdered up by Raya, who was more than excited to help, even though she was nursing a hangover.

Layla had chosen a casual yet soft look: a pastel purple gown reaching her mid-thigh, her hair left to curl around her shoulder, and white sandal heels that matched her bag. She couldn’t thank Raya and Amy enough.

Especially when she saw how handsome her son was in a dark blue top and black pants. He looked at her and exclaimed, "Mama, you look so pretty." Ryan squealed excitedly.

"So do you, baby; you’re so handsome," she called to him. Her phone then buzzed, and it was Rowan telling her he would be there in a few minutes. Her belly churned with excitement but also with nerves.

She was going out with the man who she had a sex dream about; yes, they had slept together before, but Emma couldn’t help but feel like she had committed a crime about it.

“..Emma!” Amy called, breaking her thoughts and getting her attention back as she