Emma ran to the bathroom with her white thick towel all wrapped around her, after her call with Clem. Muttering curses to herself, she switched on the shower and let it run for a while before stepping under it.
“How could I have forgotten what today was?” She muttered, layering shampoo on her hair. She really needed to do something about her love for sleep. Perhaps she would ask Melvina. She thought, then wondered why she thought of Melvina first when she needed help.
For fudges sake, I just met her two days ago. She mused.
As she shampooed and scrubbed herself softly but fast, she reminisced on how her life had changed rapidly in less than a week already. She was no longer under the care of her parents at seventeen, which was weird even for her. Amelia was 19, two years older her but
