Emmalee
“That’s a pretty dress, Emmalee,” my mother comments from behind me.
“Thanks, Mom,” I mumble as I smooth my hands down my front. I’m standing in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection while Trudy is behind me, doing my hair. Tonight is going to be the Cimmerian’s last dinner with us, and honestly, I thought that this would never end. I’m glad they’ll be leaving and that I saw as little of Soren as possible. It’s Cade who became his friend and got so close to him.
Well, at least he helped me keep Soren busy and distracted during the day. Otherwise, the burden would have fallen on me.
“You’re doing a fabulous job with her hair, Trudy,” she states. “She’s been disheveled enough as it is. If it weren’t for your looks, my child, Soren would have lost interest a long time a
