"Snow, help me!" Emma called me in the morning, as it was Saturday and we are off from work.
"What is it?" Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I yawned. I really hate people calling me by the morning.
"I have...a DATE!" she yelled through the phone. I sat up straight, hitting my head on the headboard but that's not what I was worried about.
"A what?" I asked, "Can you repeat that again?"
"A date, Snow! And I'm having problems! Come over here ASAP! I need you! I don't know what to dress and what makeup and-"
"Whoa there, Emma. Do you think I'm the best person to ask for that? And who is the person? Let me know who the guy is before going-"
"It's Dax." She cut me off.
"It's who?"
I scoffed. "Geez, I know that, but why?" The last time I checked, Emma hated that guy? She was silent.
Taking a deep
