Forever Yours

.16

Life had bounced back at the Santos mansion.

A week had passed by in peace. She went to her job on time. Shuttled back to Mrs Bagshot's apartment. And so on.

The cycle kept going.

So did her dilemmas.

Everyday she would give herself a pep talk of you can do this! Ask for the residency! And then upon sighting Diana, the words would stick to the roof of her mouth.

And she missed her mother.  She couldn't get to her. Afraid, Jack might get her scent. Or worse follow her back to the mansion. The thought alone was enough to force her to stay out of her mother's life.

Her nights were another story altogether.

She had no idea why her brain couldn't stop projecting that. . . whatever happened that night. Him coming after her. Her crashing on him. Weeping like a damsel in distress. .the berating kept going till morning. The how could you?! And he's the enemy!

An enemy who kept reminding her and treating her like a person he merely tolerated around the house. .

Tossing and turning around the whole night, she couldn't help but feel the first crack in her heart. The hard edges around it softening for him. .and it scared her.

So bad , she couldn't accept it. She kept denying it.

Emma hated him! And that was final!

Or was it?

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Emma could see the glow in her cheeks.

It was so obvious.

She smiled at the humming woman. Diana was in love! She smiled left and right. Laughed alot. Kept asking Emma about her opinion on love and men.

Her answer was always a helpless shrug, being inexperienced in both departments.

Even now, she was fussing over the flowers in the vase. Correcting them in to an erect position. . humming a tune to herself.

The  forest green skirt belted at her waist , her hair shimmering down in waves as the light bounced on it.

"I keep asking Max to change this vase. It's not up to my taste." She said now giving the flowers a critical look.

To Emma there was nothing wrong with the vase. But guess love made people want to see the best in everything.

The vase isn't the right color.

The cushion doesn't match.

The curtains should be rose gold.

"I hope he likes this color." She was in conversation with herself and Emma was only listening to her. Trying not to laugh at her over thinking.

"Why haven't I seen him yet?" Emma asked , tucking her chin on top of her hands.

"Oh you shall. Soon enough. He's shy. Max scared the poor darling into a mess. " Diana said haughtily but Emma could hear the adoration in her voice for her brother.

Stupid beast! , Emma thought.

"What else can he do but scare people." Emma muttered darkly, low enough so she couldn't hear her.

"—and I keep asking him to visit my house but he's as stubborn as my brother. " Diana turned around at her , her eyes twinkling.

Emma couldn't help herself but smile , her heart warming at the sight of her. And it dawned on her . .She loved Diana as much as her brother did. You couldn't help yourself but love her. She was a pooh by heart.