Few days later,A tensed sigh escaped Emma's crumpled lips, before she picked up the lipstick, puckering it to her lips.Gently and slowly, just like a queen. After centering the lipstick around her lips, she tampered her lips gently a bit, before picking up the blush, appearing a quarter to her pale cheeks. Emma sighed, letting her hands drop to the table, she adjusted in her dressing chair, before glancing at her reflection.Was it just her or she seemed to have lost a bit of weight? Her cheekbones flashed a lighter shade of red, and her eyes, they dimmed rather tiredly today.Today was another day, not just a day, the MET gala day, it was the type of ball that required elites, and the worst part of it all, it happened every season, Emma hated the MET gala, why? She was always required to bring a damn date or the other, and it was simple for her. She just shuffled her dates, but today, Jeremy Hart was going to take her.Just to think that a few seasons ago, she was always trying to
Emma was in no mood for this, especially when Avery was overcrowding the door, her hands folded around each other. "Get out of the way, Avery." She gnashed her teeth, she wasn't hysterical, but why did some men have to make friends with jealous women?Women were women, they got jealous easily, but not like this. She wasn't ready to deal with this drama, this crap."Oh. Shut up." Her voice came out fearful, "Leave him alone and I will pay you thousands of dollars." She unzipped her bag, taking out some crumpled pieces of papers, Emma studied her, batting her lips together.Emma remained unfazed. Seriously, what was with it with rich people? Did they think they could buy the world with just a snap of their fingers? They were pathetic."Oh. No?" Avery raised a brow. "Fifty grands? I know you want it baby," She paused, zipping her bag back, "Make it a hundred grands. Just damn leave him alone.""I don't need your money." Okay, right now, Emma was getting angry, she hated being treated thi
Was it going to rain?Hell yes. Emma panted heavily, her eyes peeking at the curtains once in a while, gently, she watched how the thunder lightened the room gently, scary, she wanted to die right now.She gripped the sheets heavily, hiding under the plain sheets, no, no, please don't let it rain, her heart pounded heavily, her dark eyes losing its colour. She was alone now in her room, in the middle of midnight, while praying not to rain.And, the worst part, it was going to rain. The thunder strikes again, and Emma gripped the sheets harder pulling it closer to her body, fear pounds through her veins, panic courses through her lungs and she struggled to breath."Please don't let it rain today." Those were her silent prayers, wishing for the damn rain to end- even though it hadn't even began.Memories started to flood her brain, that same day, she was right there in her room, she shivered before hauling under the blanket, shaking agreessively. The memories, why in the hell were they
Jeremy was supposed to be concentrating but now, he was stuck with a woman who seemed to be tightening his lungs with her awful yet awesome laugh. Nah, not a laugh, just a snicker."What in the heck is pillow shopping?" Emma trailed behind him, half-yelling, half-smiling while tucking her dress again.He pushed the door of the shop open, before finally turning towards her. "Pillow shopping is an expression used to buy pillows." He stepped in, and she followed unwillingly."I know that, dummy." She rolled her eyes, while still keeping up with his pace, "But, I have countless of pillows, I don't think I need any more."Pillows racked the line, variates of pillows lined up, extravagant. Who in the hell sell pillows?"The pillows are for me." He still kept on walking."Oh." Realization hit her hard, and she flushed red, her cheeks burning with embarrassment."Now, will you help?" He turns towards her, gosh, she was extremely small under his huge body but just enough for him to step toward
In simple, clear other words. Emma hated meetings, such as this, where she had to be gathered around a large number of people which clearly she employed and watch them say game ideas that was rigged up. How can a donky spit out donuts from its butt?It would be rude not to listen, she was the boss here, she had insisted on starting this company even when no one acknowledged her, or when no one grew in support of her company, but this here was her responsibility."As I was saying." Her employee coughed a bit, gathering the mist in her eyes, before she spoke again, though her voice appeared cracked. "That's the idea for the new game we should pitch."'Excuse me?' Emma wanted to frantically yell, because honestly, she had payed no attention, she had been wandering around in her wonderland, maybe, she was Emma in wonderland."I just cleared the new game idea, I will send it to the official email, please check when you are free. CEO," She bows, her hands around her back.Emma forced a rig
Of all the places, Why does Jeremy Hart seem to come wherever Emma Roberts is?And again, why did it have to be a bar?"Another cup!" Emma dropped the plastic tiny cup on the table, before brewing out a cough, her eyes almost rolling out her face. She doubted she could see anything, it was blurry, the figure. The fogs. Damn."Enough, Princess, you are going to get drunk." Nicholas, her friend says, still twirling with the bottle of alcohol, he pours the liquid into his own cup, before holding the small cup lifting it towards his lips, "You don't have any alcohol tolerance." He laughs, before moving the cup to his lips, taking a gentle sip."Oh. Yeah?" She rolls her head, belching slowly, she could see the light that twinkled under her friend's face, "You promised I could drink." She brought out her tongue, flapping it playfully, "You are not my daddy."He laughs again, and there is something she loves about his man. His sweet composure, his balance, his sweet yet gentle heart, if ever
It was banging harder than usual, the alarm clock standing on her table clicked 10:00am, and Emma swirled up from her bed, her lips pampered against each other. Slowly, she managed to seat up straight, staring down at her outfit.She scratches the nape of her neck, still muttering, "What happened?" It banged the more she tried to think, oh damn, she stared down at her nightgown, her face pale in horror, she remembered.She was drinking with Nicholas since it was their special night out, then, she excused herself, went to the bathroom, and then.. Crap! She remembered perfectly.She stumbled into the bathroom, her face still in a mess, and then she walked straight towards the mirror, staring at her pale reflection, her hair was tucked into a neat bun which was weird because yesterday, she had purposely let it down. She wasn't wearing a damn nightgown, gosh. Had Jeremy Hart really done all that for her?Hurriedly, she brushed her teeth, and let her hair down, before grabbing a blue crew-
"This dress or this?" Avery turned around, still flashing the dresses in her friend's face, she could see the slight heat under her friend's face and just added. "What?""It's just that you look so pretty." Her friend said, adjusting on the bed, making the creaky pushy mattress bounce her back up."If only Jeremy Hart could see that." Avery scoffed, before walking over to the mirror, her hands moving over to her collarbone, before she tapped it slowly, "Look at me," She laughs hysterically, her voice coming out bland and shallow. "I have it all, why won't he just look at me?""I don't know, maybe he doesn't love you?" Her friend, Rina said and Avery shot her a dark look, the latter knew better than to keep her mouth shut."Well." She flashed her hands, "It's not like I love him, but I just need him to love me."Rina squeezed her face in confusion."I don't need to tell you everything, but I am one step in destroying him, that's why I need you to help me pick a dress for our lunch this