The Party

Brooklyn's POV:

While Devin was about to leave, I was about to put my hands on his sculpted chest, when there was a sudden exclamation from the door. That was when I suddenly realized the door was not shut. Devin and I quickly backed off when a sudden exclamation sounded.

It was Emily. Her back was facing us, as if she had bumped into something in a sudden.

Devin quickly covered me with the blanket. "Is there something wrong? Emily."

She turned around and showed us a flushed red face. Her eyes fluttered around the room before locked on Devin, her voice trembling, "There... Margaret is here. She was here."

"Are they downstairs?"

I hurriedly got up and picked up a coat. After two steps, I suddenly felt a little strange.

When he turned around, Devin didn't know what to say to Emily when he came into the room. Her hands were tightly pulling the hem of her clothes, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

A trace of weirdness flashed through my mind. When I was about to ask, Margaret ca