Emily's POV
Emily was getting dressed up while stretched his hands and yawned. "You know, being sexy suits you,'' he said with a sly grin.
Emily smiled back, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't shake off the strange dream she had last night about Jack. It was so vivid, so real.
Before she could dwell on it any longer, a man interrupted their moment. "Miss Emily, Mr. Ross will like to see you now."
Emily followed the man into the hallway, which was adorned with paintings and antique furniture. She opened another door and found herself in a cozy room. She sat down on the sofa and waited for Mr. Ross.
As she sat there, the dream kept replaying in her mind. But when Mr. Ross walked in, she snapped back to reality. He looked dapper in his suit, and Emily couldn't help but smile at him
