Romans & histoires Emily Towles

All heads turned to see who had arrived. Emily Walton walked in with an air of confidence and poise that immediately commanded attention. Her dark, chestnut hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, catching the light and shimmering with a natural sheen. Her makeup was flawless, accentuating her striking features—a touch of smoky eyeshadow highlighting her piercing blue eyes, and a hint of blush enhancing her high cheekbones. Her lips, painted a deep, commanding red, curved into a polite but distant smile.

Was Emily out to test my self-control? ****

Sam was disinterested, preoccupied with his phone. Emily, who had short curly blonde hair and was a few sizes larger than Mia, asked her a few more questions about her family and apologized when she found out her mother had passed away and no one else in her family lived nearby. She found out that Emily was married and had worked as Beau’s secretary for five years, which was impressive to Mia. She didn’t know if she’d be able to work for Sam for that long, but something told her Beau’s secretary did secretarial work—that she was never asked to bend over desks or pick up pencils.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

I inquired, swerving my car toward the left part of the road, that led to my company. “Yes, sir.” “Good, now read it to me,” I ordered. “And don't leave anything out.” “Alright, sir,” Carlos said. “Miss Emily was born Emily Jasmine Wright on September 13th 2001, sir.” Which meant she will be twenty four in five months, I thought, as I started racking my brain on what sort of gift would be great for her. But then again, there was still a long time till then. “She became an orphan eight years ago after her parents died in a house explosion,” He continued. “Miss Wright attended Careyville group of schools for junior high, middle, and senior high. She graduated from University of Columbia a year

Willow's POV “I’m Emily,” the woman said, thrusting out her hand towards me. “I own Sheer Chique? Like I said, sorry for the intrusion. I just…I’ve been following your work and I’m a big fan. The way you layer your notes, AH! Pure brilliance.”

"What do you mean by that? I mean the servant, she's also the chef, Sarah that's what he calls her." "Rubby you do not need that information," he said and made to leave. "No, Alex," I held him back. "I need it, I do." "Her name is Emily, and she is Josh's mom. Wolfe's first wife." I kissed my teeth. "Thought she was dead?" "We thought so too, it turns out she's been monitoring us all from a distance with that disguise." "Wow," I exclaimed. Wealth really had nothing to do with peace. It seemed as though the wealthier a person, the plentier the problem.

She wrapped her arms around herself, seeking comfort in the woolen sweater she wore, but the chill seemed to seep into her bones from the inside out. A week had passed since Emily had arrived with Kamsy and his father, Inishola. They had treated her kindly, ensuring she had everything she needed and more. Kamsy, with his easy smile and gentle nature, had tried to cheer her up, showing her around the estate and introducing her to the household staff. Inishola, a stern yet not unkind man, had reassured her repeatedly that she was welcome and safe. Yet, despite their efforts, a profound sadness lingered in her heart.

“Now Avery, how about you show me what it is to be on a path of self destruction” Meanwhile Emily had a bunch of nerves piling at the pit of her stomach as she stared at the interviewer with a curly fro and black silk gown even though she was nearly blind from the bright white lights directed at her but she managed not to squint her eyes, she tried to smile like Ethan who had all his teeth at but the nervousness ate at her, the wrongness of this interview kept piling. It wasn’t Ethan’s baby but Ethan was quick to admit that the pregnancy belonged to him.