Come on, My Little Embarrassment

Emma

I did what Henry asked and managed to get to my room without attracting anyone's attention, despite my pounding heart. It had been like this since Henry woke me up, and I was sure he had used me and was kicking me out of his life for good, but after his brief explanation, I calmed down a bit, as much as possible.

I carefully cleaned up all that blood, then got dressed. A feeling of guilt began to consume me. How will I face everyone knowing what I did? What will my conversation with Henry be like? What is he thinking about all this?

I hope he was telling the truth when he said he loved me, because I certainly was sincere.

I was considering whether or not to leave the room when a knock on the door startled me. Who could it be? Henry? I don't think the conversation would happen in my room. Did he ask someone to call me?

I went to the door nervously, finding Katherine Dashwood standing there, holding what looked like some sheets.

"Mrs. Dashwood, what..."

"I don't have time right now