The Lee Estate
Down the hallway, Emily's breath hitched upon seeing Maxen and Lance talking. "Honeeey," she sang sweetly to Wyatt who was busy chatting with a guest.
"Hmm? What's wrong?" Wyatt asked, sliding his palm at the small of Emily's back.
"10 o'clock. By the library. Hurrrrry! I can smell Maxen's anger from here," Emily whispered to Wyatt's ear.
Wyatt gave her his champagne flute and sweetly kissed her temple before warning her, "Stay here like a good little girl. I don't want you to get caught in case a fight breaks out." Emily giggled and pawed the platoon commander's chest, tipping her chin towards the library's direction in a hurrying manner.
