Emily woke up to find a rose flower bouquet by her bed and a little note attached.
'Can't wait to see you without those hot headbands.'
A smile spread on her lips. She couldn't have imagined it, guessed it, or even expected it from him. A handwritten note with a flower bouquet from Edward.
Bringing the flower close to her nose, she says, "Ms. Emily." She heard her name.
Emily turned to the door, dropping the rose back into the bedside locker. "Who is there?" she asked.
"The Butler, Ms. Emily. You have a visitor." He said.
'A visitor?' She wondered. "Who is it?"
"He waits for you at the garden," he said.
Before she could speak, she had already started to hear him walk away. His footstep faded away into the hallway. Typical.
Emily put on her night robe over the almost transparent g
