Without a knowledge of what she just made Max discover, Emma got to the living room and was quickly tended to.
The maid in waiting collected the kits from her and protested that she should have just called and she would come to take it upstairs.
"No, it's fine." Emma said, but noticed the woman's eyes lingered on her face for a while before she left.
"Okay, what was she looking at?" Emma asked the system in her head, feeling a little bit exhausted and sat down on the couch.
"Your face." Honey replied.
"Well, I know. Is there something on it?" She asked.
"No, nothing on it, except that the host is beautiful." Honey said to cheer her up, feeling her frustration.
She could tell her host is messed up inside. Her inside was in turmoil and she couldn't keep her focus.
Emma rolled her eyes at the reply.
She rested her back to the couch and went deep in thought.
How are things going to turn out from now?
