Emery’s POV
I slowly opened my eyes and caressed my aching head. Argh! I didn’t drink too much last night but I got drunk. Thankfully, not too drunk to forget whatever happened last night. We ride in my car when I say we, me and Terrence. He really left his car last night and even pretended to be so dead drunk that I had to help him get to my car.
I got off the bed and opened the window of my room. This room is cozy and really comfortable. I’m actually more comfortable here than in my dad’s house. Here I feel free while in my dad’s house, I feel like my responsibilities are imprisoning me.
Two knocks interrupted my thoughts, followed by a soft female voice. “Miss Emery? Sir Terrence is waiting for you at the dining table.”
Shaking my head, I opened the door and looked at the
