Meeting Mr. Queen Again!

Emma yawned, dropping the cloth she had completed on the couch. She stood up and stretched. Feeling tired, she reached for her phone to check the time. “5:00 am.” She let out a low groan. She didn't know she spent that much time on the cloth. She dropped it back on the table, adjusted her newly sewn cloth, and placed it in a corner, then used the couch for a little nap.

Just before she was about to start with the cloth, she received a call from Phoebe. Emma had informed her she wouldn't be able to come home until after the party. Phoebe had promised to care for Zoella while she did her work. And ended the sentence with, “Make sure you become the eye of the party.” Emma replayed those words in her head. She adjusted herself on the uncomfortable couch as she closed her eyes to sleep.

The sound of the alarm woke her up a little after seven, leaving her with just two hours to sleep. She got up from the couch and used the bathroom to freshen up. Since no one would be present at the offic