Emily glanced at herself in the mirror and smiled. She had worn her pale yellow dress and was admiring her makeup and hair. She had chosen the dress that had a single strap on the left shoulder with flowers embroidered on it with the skirt reaching her ankles. She had gotten her hair done in a loose fishtail braid. A few tendrils of her hair escaped the braid and teased her cheeks. She twirled around in her dress and took a few pictures of herself.
Her phone then started ringing and she saw Raymond Artair’s name on it.
“Hey, are you here?” Emily asked, picking up her clutch and adjusting her heels.
“Yes, I am here, Emily,” Raymond said, and Emily nodded.
“Okay, I am coming in a minute,” she said and rushed downstairs.
Her family was getting ready to leave. Her mother, father, David a
