Emma continued to focus on Zoe, who was lying on the bed, as she gently stroked her hair. Zoe had been sleeping ever since they arrived at the hospital in safety. When a doctor asked about her father, Emma wanted to call Ezra, but she didn't want to bother him to come. He is a celebrity, and the two of them had agreed to keep the information quiet until the ideal moment came. She grabbed Zoe’s hand as she slept soundly. "Your daughter is doing great, Miss Facer." She was approached by the doctor, who appeared to be in his early 30s. He is holding a file and has a smile on his face. "You need not worry about anything at all." “Really?” Emma raised her head at him. “Yes, Miss Facer. Zoella is just sleeping. She will be discharged tonight.” Emma sighed and then glanced at the doctor again. "How much do I have to pay toward the hospital bill? Should I make my payment at the counter?” While he was focusing on the files, the doctor laughed. “No, Miss Facer. It has already been resolve
Emma chose a few dresses from her closet. She checked which one to choose by looking in the mirror. It was Sunday morning, and Mrs. Queen would send a car to pick her up soon. She detested having to leave Zoe at home after the girl had been discharged the previous evening. Thanks to her argument with Phoebe, Emma couldn’t ask her friends for help. Speaking of Phoebe, where is she? Emma wondered. Zoe pointed and said, "I like that pink one." “You do?” Emma examined herself in the mirror to make sure. If she were to be frank, she doesn’t want to wear dresses that would be extra, but she has to. People would be present if Mrs. Queen had only invited her because she is the Queen's fashion company's favorite designer. She needs to sell herself. “No. I don’t think I like this one, Zoe.” She tossed the pink dress on the bed and reached for a cocktail dress with a more formal look that was only knee length. "This, I believe, is better." “It is black.” “I know. I love black.” Emma picked o
“Mr. Queen?” Ezra scoffed. “Miss Facer. You are here. Why are you here?” Emma glanced at Josie before returning to Ezra. She could see how furious he was, but was trying to keep it cool. She had informed him that she was booked this Sunday, but she hadn't mentioned that she would be visiting his family at their mansion. Ezra cocked his head in his mother’s direction. “Can you explain?” “I invited her over. It isn’t her fault.” As he entered the dining room, Ezra turned to look at Emma. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?" “I’m sorry, Mr. Queen. I didn't want to bother you, but Josie said it was an event and you won't be there. I thought you knew.” Ezra couldn’t be angry at her. She was not at fault. Again, his mother was attempting to play games. "When I got the call that you had broken your legs, I knew something wasn't right. Seriously? Even so, it makes no sense for you to be doing this. Why didn't you even ask me before inviting her?”“Mr. Queen, I…” “Not now, M
Emma smiled as she picked out the perfect outfit for the day. She needs to return to the office after missing it for a week looking put together. Last night, she had trouble falling asleep because of Ezra's words, which kept replaying in her head. Emma sat in front of her mirror, trying out her hairstyle for the day. She decided on her hairstyle as she pulled out her hair curler and began to curl her hair. She reached for her lipstick and applied a small amount to her lips. “Emma. I am ready.” With her uniform on, Zoe sprinted into the room. “Are you that excited?” Zoe nodded. “I will see Bella. I am happy.” Emma smiled as she rose to her feet. She reached for her scarf and sunglasses to swathe her face in protection. She has been the internet's most popular trend for days, but she doesn't want to draw attention at Zoe's school or to be associated with a child on the news. Even though Hidden Towel is a large city, the town she is presently residing in is a small one. A town where
Susan guided Emma through the maze-like corridors. They rounded a corner, and there before them was a big wooden door, carved with fine details. Susan pushed it open to reveal a comfortable and well-designed space. Emma noticed that it was the only private office on level six. "Welcome to your new creative haven!" Susan smiled and motioned for Emma to enter.With her eyes wide in amazement, Emma entered the space. The room was decorated with shelves stacked with design books and artistic references, and the walls were painted in serene pastel tones. Natural light flooded the space from the large window at the opposite end, creating a cosy and welcoming atmosphere. Susan drew the blinds closed, hiding what was going on inside behind the transparent wall. “If you do not want anyone to see what is going on in your office, you can put that down,” she said, referring to the blinds.Her office? That sounded like a dream. Her attention was drawn to the design machine. It was tastefully p
“Mr. Queen?” She was shocked to see him there.Ezra peered his head out of the car window that rolled down. "Get inside!" he called out over the storm, concern etched on his face.Emma hesitated only for a moment before hurrying to the car and jumping into the passenger seat. The relief she felt from escaping the rain was matched only by the surprise of seeing Ezra."Thank you!" Emma managed to say, breathless and grateful."No problem," Ezra replied with a warm smile. "I saw you from afar and thought you could use a ride.” “Oh. I could use one.” Emma nodded, feeling a mixture of emotions swirling inside her. She was uncomfortable about how wet she would make his car seat, but Ezra wasn’t concerned about that. He reached out to turn on the heater instead. As the rain continued to fall outside, Emma and Ezra found themselves in a cocoon of warmth inside the car as he drove away. Ezra turned a corner that led to the road to Emma's house, and the car was silent the entire time. He had
"The security let me in. I hope you do not mind." Oh, he minds. He really minds, and she is starting to get on his nerves. “What—-what are you doing here? Why are you wearing my clothes?” "The rain soaked me. I did not have anything else to wear, so I borrowed this." She gave him a friendly smile. "Are you a fan of macaroni?" “No. I also want you to return home." He approached the stairs and turned to face her. “Why are you here?” "I was sent here by Mr. Queen. He asked me to give you some files." She motioned to the table, and Ezra's gaze met the stacked books on the table.“Were you at my parent’s house again?” "Do not say it as if it is a bad thing. Your mother wanted to spend some time with me. I had to go. Your father stated that the files are extremely important." "And you brought it tonight, of all days?" "I did not have a choice but to bring it tonight. I will be very busy tomorrow." Ezra let out a sigh. He could not stand there and argue with her any longer. "When yo
Emma was overjoyed when she awoke the next morning. She shut the curtains completely as she moved toward Zoella's bedroom. As usual, Zoella was already awake when she slid the door open. “Good morning, sweet.” “Hi, Emma.” Once the door was fully open, Emma entered. “How are we feeling today?” Zoella was not smiling, which meant something. "I am not feeling well." “Is there any problem?” She took her temperature, which was normal. "You appear to be in good health." Zoe jerked her head up. “No. I am not.” Emma sat down next to her and started tickling her, which made Zoe laugh out loud. “You don’t want to go to school?” Zoe's doe eyes stared at Emma with such innocent innocence. “But you love school. You will have the opportunity to play with Bella and your other friends." “Can I not go today?” “You are three years old. You are going.” “But I don’t even learn anything. I already know them all. The alphabet and numbers. Up to a thousand and more." Emma exclaimed in surprise, as