Emma was applying cucumber juice on her face and neck when her phone beeped to alert her that a message had just popped in.
Keeping the lotion by the bedstand, she picked up her phone, wondering on who could be texting her by 9 in the night.
Her mind settled for a second on her sister, Amelia; perhaps a text to ask her how she was coping at the other side of the world.
Then it shifted to Clem, the guy who she thought was already hooked up on her, then to Derek. Out of the three, her heart yearned for a text from a Derek, although her head-sense thought otherwise. Her head wished the text to be from her sister, they so had a lot to talk about; from her meeting with a governess to her snagging a new boyfriend.
Unlocking the phone with her fingerprint, a security pattern which she had reactivated in her phone two nights ago, she tapped on the unread message; her eyes thinning in curiosity, waiting for the unfolding of the text's contents.
