Emma’s POV
I woke up to a throbbing discomfort in my head. My head ached with pain, forcing my eyes open. It took me a while to realize I was in my room, and with furrowed eyebrows, I managed to sit on the bed, wondering how I got back.
Searching my memory, the last thing I recall is being with Macy, and then Lord Emerson's call came in. I remember picking up the call, but I couldn't recall what we said over the phone. After the call, my memory went blank, and I couldn't remember what happened.
I scanned myself and realized I was still wearing the dress I chose for the party, but I couldn't remember how I left the party and got home. Did Lord Emerson come to pick me up, or did I come home myself? Why can't I remember anything? It felt odd and confusing.
My eyes fell on the wall clock,
