Emma’s POV
When my car arrives at the address Roberta sends me, I see her waving her hand at me and saying “Welcome.”
I get out of my car, she beckons me to come over, I find myself nodding and crossing the garden and suddenly the front door opens, Ryan is right there in his jacket.
I disconcertedly blink, “Ryan? Why you are here?”
He gives me a big hug and says, “Roberta is my aunt.”
What the F-uck?
“Come in, the house smells of biscuits and bread, aunt is cooking for us.”
“Er,” I sniff the air, it’s true. The house smells sweet and nice.
I feel myself grin. It’s nice, actually, to see Ryan smiles at me again, though I feel hyper-visible and abashed.
He whispers in my ear, "aunt is good at cooking, don't die before dessert."
I start to giggle as his hand on my shoulder, leads th
