Emma stood in one spot and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked down at the clothes he asked her to change into.
Her heart!
It couldn't stop racing wildly.
She couldn't calm down. She felt scared and didn't know what's scaring her.
Could it be what she's thinking it was?
She finally succeeded in making him fall for her?
But how? She hadn't done half of what she had in mind. She was still at the first step, which is making him free around her.
She clutched her chest and shut her eyes.
Deep breath. Breath Emma…. Breath.
You can't be like this when you still have a lot to achieve. Like he said, don't fall first.
She said to herself and began changing into the outfit.
A few minutes later, she stepped out of the dressing room, looking so breathtaking and coupled with the tension built between them, the way she looked into his eyes made him blinked twice and couldn't find his voice.
