Emma closed the door behind her. She entered the living room with joy. The news of the invitation filled her with delight, and she couldn't hold back her excitement. "Phoebe, I..." Suddenly, she froze at the sight of a man in the living room. He was impeccably dressed, and his suit appeared quite luxurious. She glanced towards Phoebe. "I am home," she said slowly.
As she approached her new room, she exchanged a brief look with him and smiled nervously as she walked by, but his voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Hello, Miss Facer. We finally got to meet."
His voice was cold.
His tone was commanding.
Emma turned to him, her heart racing. He knows who I am. "You know my name," she said, taken aback.
"I do, indeed." With a drink in hand, he stood up and walked to her. He took a moment t
