Emma
''Wait, no. I got this,'' I say, practising the way I walk; more like practising to walk properly. Well, Marie Anne told me to walk more like a royalty especially when I'm out in public—uh, for sure.
''You've been saying that for the past hour,''
I look up at her, trying to find wrongness but truth be told; she's correct so far. As I held my chin high, my shoulders back and my posture straight—I try one last time to make sure that it's perfect.
''Slowly,'' Evelyn mutters under her breath.
I have to agree with her on that.
With books on my head; it's quite hard to walk without thinking of the books falling down onto the ground—honestly, they've been in my head for the past hour than literally on my head. How funny.
All of a sudden, the door swings open, revealing Emery; who has
