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Clutching onto her bag handle, Belinda smiled widely when butler Manson stood at the door and asked, “You are?”

“Belinda,” She answered brightly.

“Oh, yes. Mr. Alfred and Emma are awaiting you in the living room.”

“Mr. Alfred?”

“Yes, come this way.”

A sense of dread filled Belinda as she followed the butler down a long hallway, and when they reached the end of the corridor, the butler knocked on the large double doors and opened them, bowing respectfully before ushering her in.

“Belinda!” Emma exclaimed in happiness as she stood up from the couch.

It was relieving to see her excited to see her, and when she reached her, there was a bit of awkward tension as Emma went in for a hug. She didn't know why she did, but when Belinda hugged her back, she was glad that the weird feeling had died down.

“Hey, Emma,” Belinda whispered as they pulled apart.

“So, you are Yoko’s girlfriend.” Mr. Alfred said, watching the two from the black couch.

Shocked by his statement, Belinda looked at Emma