Emily’s POV
I pushed the door open. To my utmost surprise, it gave way, and I got in.
Another shocker awaited me, for as I stepped in, the door shut against itself firmly. I heard the way it clicked like someone had locked it, and I instantly felt goosebumps crawling on my skin. Who the f**k is this Aubrey?
“I wonder why you do things without consulting me.” Emma whined, now aware of what was happening. “I’ll hold you responsible if anything happens to us here.”
I turned towards the room. It was not too big, not as big as mine and half as big as Armon’s, but spacious enough for her to paste several magazines on the ceiling and walls. There should be a chandelier hanging down from it, but Aubrey had obviously removed it to create more space for the magazine gallery she had created.
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