Emma''I think it's too tight,'' I mutter as the stylist continues to pull harder onto my corset. My body feels like I can just explode due to the pressure I'm feeling on my abdomen; bringing me discomfort.

or his reaction on whether he remembers her or not. It seems like I'm the person who stands in between while I watch them look at each other. The look on her face shows hope—that he probably remembers her but the look on his face shows confusion yet he tries his best to hide it; wanting to make sure that everything's fine and not causing chaos. 

Emma''You took me on a jet to New York,'' He says, causing me to look up and meet his eyes but due to the sunglasses that he's wearing—I can't really see where he's looking. ''That's not surprising.'' He adds.

EmmaWhile having Chinese, I manage to glance up at Emery once in awhile; just for my own satisfaction. He does not bother with his surroundings as he watches the television, unaware of me staring.

Emma''I'm starting to think that you are everywhere,'' Emery says towards Evelyn, who is currently standing at the door with her eyes squinting at him—probably not bothered to give a damn.