Emma
After dinner, Scarlett didn’t seem the least bit inclined to call it a night. Even when everyone had already left the table, she kept talking, gesturing enthusiastically while Killian and I cleared the dishes.
"Emma, you really need to come here more often," she said, leaning against the door frame with a warm smile.
"I’d love to, Scarlett, but work at the company has been consuming me completely," I replied, trying not to sound ungrateful.
Killian nodded beside me, as if he wanted to reinforce my point. "It’s true. Emma barely has time to breathe."
Scarlett, however, raised an eyebrow, dismissive. "Oh, come on, Killian. Everyone deserves a break. Emma, next time you come, I want to draw you. I’m always inspired by elegant, confident women like you."
"Draw?" I repeated
