Ava's mother.
That had been Emma's first thought when she had seen the woman, standing right in front of her. The eyes, the nose, lips, expression, everything screamed Ava, except the hair. Ava didn't have the dirty blond hair. She wasn't as close to Ava as she was to Maya but the former had crafted a tiny place in her heart since saving her from further humiliation at Cassie's party. The latter had saved her from going insane-for that had been what her feelings had bordered on when she had found Cassie on Derek's lap.
"I am Emma, Ava's friend." She replied finally, remembering that the woman had just asked who she was.
