Emma:
I am in my bedroom, staring at the character sketch for the past ten minutes, I can’t decide if the armour should be black or white and my brain isn’t really there. My head is tangled around the lines of code all afternoon. Right now, I am half proud, half confused about my progress, also I am one second away from throwing my laptop out the window.
I am still glaring at the screen when I hear a voice downstairs.
“Jeremy! Come out wherever you are.” No doubt the voice I am hearing is feminine. I furrow my brows, my eyes flying to the time; it’s nine in the night, who could be looking for Jeremy at this hour? I stand up from my chair and walk downstairs, only to see Charlotte Hilton standing in the center of the living room, with a box in her hand.
“Oh goodness, Emma. Hello.” She s
