Few days later,A tensed sigh escaped Emma's crumpled lips, before she picked up the lipstick, puckering it to her lips.Gently and slowly, just like a queen. After centering the lipstick around her lips, she tampered her lips gently a bit, before picking up the blush, appearing a quarter to her pale cheeks. Emma sighed, letting her hands drop to the table, she adjusted in her dressing chair, before glancing at her reflection.Was it just her or she seemed to have lost a bit of weight? Her cheekbones flashed a lighter shade of red, and her eyes, they dimmed rather tiredly today.Today was another day, not just a day, the MET gala day, it was the type of ball that required elites, and the worst part of it all, it happened every season, Emma hated the MET gala, why? She was always required to bring a damn date or the other, and it was simple for her. She just shuffled her dates, but today, Jeremy Hart was going to take her.Just to think that a few seasons ago, she was always trying to

Was it going to rain?Hell yes. Emma panted heavily, her eyes peeking at the curtains once in a while, gently, she watched how the thunder lightened the room gently, scary, she wanted to die right now.She gripped the sheets heavily, hiding under the plain sheets, no, no, please don't let it rain, her heart pounded heavily, her dark eyes losing its colour. She was alone now in her room, in the middle of midnight, while praying not to rain.And, the worst part, it was going to rain. The thunder strikes again, and Emma gripped the sheets harder pulling it closer to her body, fear pounds through her veins, panic courses through her lungs and she struggled to breath."Please don't let it rain today." Those were her silent prayers, wishing for the damn rain to end- even though it hadn't even began.Memories started to flood her brain, that same day, she was right there in her room, she shivered before hauling under the blanket, shaking agreessively. The memories, why in the hell were they

In simple, clear other words. Emma hated meetings, such as this, where she had to be gathered around a large number of people which clearly she employed and watch them say game ideas that was rigged up. How can a donky spit out donuts from its butt?It would be rude not to listen, she was the boss here, she had insisted on starting this company even when no one acknowledged her, or when no one grew in support of her company, but this here was her responsibility."As I was saying." Her employee coughed a bit, gathering the mist in her eyes, before she spoke again, though her voice appeared cracked. "That's the idea for the new game we should pitch."'Excuse me?' Emma wanted to frantically yell, because honestly, she had payed no attention, she had been wandering around in her wonderland, maybe, she was Emma in wonderland."I just cleared the new game idea, I will send it to the official email, please check when you are free. CEO," She bows, her hands around her back.Emma forced a rig

It was banging harder than usual, the alarm clock standing on her table clicked 10:00am, and Emma swirled up from her bed, her lips pampered against each other. Slowly, she managed to seat up straight, staring down at her outfit.She scratches the nape of her neck, still muttering, "What happened?" It banged the more she tried to think, oh damn, she stared down at her nightgown, her face pale in horror, she remembered.She was drinking with Nicholas since it was their special night out, then, she excused herself, went to the bathroom, and then.. Crap! She remembered perfectly.She stumbled into the bathroom, her face still in a mess, and then she walked straight towards the mirror, staring at her pale reflection, her hair was tucked into a neat bun which was weird because yesterday, she had purposely let it down. She wasn't wearing a damn nightgown, gosh. Had Jeremy Hart really done all that for her?Hurriedly, she brushed her teeth, and let her hair down, before grabbing a blue crew-

Absolutely, what in the hell are you saying?"Jeremy. Is something wrong?" He was already in her house, his hands placed around his hip, staring around the house like he wanted to ascertain the decor.He turned towards her, and she got a glimpse of his green eyes. It was shiny, probing into her soul, he still had that deep dimple whenever he smiled, but right now, he wasn't smiling, his frown was deep.She frowned too."What are you doing at my house?" She stared at him, wide-eyed."Emma." He finally says, don't call me Emma for goodness sake! You are making my name sound like an angel. "You are coming to my house, can you believe my elder brother doesn't believe I am dating?""Your elder brother?" Emma struck a brow, the only brother she knew was Jason, that guy with the wet brown hair and dark green eyes, they were alike."My eldest brother." He turns to look at her, he's tired. She could feel that. He perfects his arms, still moving it along his jawline. "Should we move a couple of