Emma’s POV
It was already 1 pm the next day, and I couldn’t leave my room. I had breakfast in my room, and luckily, Lord Emerson did not request I come downstairs. Shame and guilt filled my entire being as what happened yesterday came flashing in my head. I couldn’t believe that I m*********d with the picture of Lord Emerson, who was supposed to be my uncle.
“s**t!” I groaned and tossed around the bed. The guilt and shame were killing me, and I knew I had to speak to someone. Quickly, I went for my phone, picked it up, and dialed Macy's number. After a few rings, she picked up. “Girl, it's Emma,” I said the moment she answered the call.
“Emma, I was trying to reach you. What’s up? Are you okay?” She asked worriedly, and I bit my lips. I was having double thoughts about telling Macy, but
