Emma was all dressed. Mrs Adams had informed her of the surety of her dinner with Asher and suddenly she felt choked.
Somewhere in between the chaos and general situation, a side of her must have relaxed on the idea of meeting him. Being a person who thought things out until it became easy, she was once again shocked to hear that the dinner was being held after the situation on the news.
How could he still have time to entertain her? Was it fake news? Did they all make a mistake?
Emma wondered as she waited in her red sleeveless gown, oozing all sorts of appeal. She felt the prettiest she's been for the longest period of time.
Somehow, staying in a home where all she had to do was recuperate and get attended to was all she needed to regain flesh and healthy skin. If not for the state
