Quenerra and Emma walked down the sidewalk with two paper bags filled with fabric and sewing kits to make Emma's wedding dress.
"You looked down after we left the coffee shop," Emma said.
Queenerra turned her head and smiled slightly, "Do you feel that way?" She asked back.
Emma nodded, "Yeah. Maybe you're tired. How about we take a taxi home. I still have money to pay for a taxi home." Emma felt bad.
Queenerra smiled, she waved and stopped a passing taxi. Then Queenerra and Emma boarded the taxi and drove home in silence. Emma didn't dare to speak to Queenerra. She chose to sit quietly until they got home.
Queenerra and Emma got out of the taxi and walked into the house. Actually, Emma wanted to rest, but it seemed Queenerra had rushed to the barn and asked her to bring the sewing machine into the house. Queenerra couldn't possibly sew in the barn.
