Emma left her father in the morning, and arrived home. Will was waiting for her.
“Come with me,” he said. “We’re going somewhere.”
“Ugh,” Emma protested. “Why?”
“Come,” he insisted. Emma rolled her eyes, and remembered what she said to herself last night. Just play the part, Emma.
“Fine,” she acquiesced. “Whatever.”
She followed him out to his car, and hopped in. Will drove in silence, and Emma’s head leaned against the window. There were many things she’d rather be doing. Hunting for a job topped her list. While Spencer’s offer was tempting, it still didn’t feel right. Winning opportunities through favoritism might be okay for the wealthy elite. Emma was determined to earn her place, to work for it. She zoned out during the drive, the hum of the car settling her
