It was Sybil's voice. What was she doing here?
Sybil continued, "Mr. Howard, someone mentioned you weren't feeling too great. Could it be from the alcohol? I could make you some amazing hangover soup, it might do the trick."
The smell of her perfume grew stronger.
Amazing hangover soup?
Emma snorted to herself. Back home, Sybil couldn't even figure out how to use an oven, let alone make hangover soup. And how did she even end up at this party? What were the odds she knew which room Emma was in?
Emma couldn't shake the suspicion gnawing at her.
Sybil fumbled in the dark, trying to find her way. Since Emma hadn't made a sound, Sybil had no idea where she was and could only keep moving forward blindly.
"Mr. Howard, where are you? Are you okay?"
"Hmph…"
A man's low laugh echoed throug
