Emily wasn’t convinced. “You’re living at the Tyler Estate. It should be a piece of cake for you to grab a few strands of hair.”
“You know it’s the Tyler Estate, right? There’s a house in every direction—east, west, north, and south. We don’t live together, and we don’t even cross paths. How am I supposed to get close enough to grab hair?” Jennifer responded firmly, making it clear she wasn’t going to do it.
Emily Anderson wasn’t having any of it. “Look, I don’t care how. You’re still living there, right? That’s more than I can say—I can’t even get through the Tyler Estate gates. Don’t you want to get Lil Sam and get out of there sooner rather than later?”
Jennifer was silent for a moment. After a pause, she said, “Fine. I’ll give it a shot. But remember our deal—if you marry Alexander
