Dave made his way into the house after completing his two hours at his personal gym only to discover that the living room was empty.
The television was still on but Emma was nowhere to be found.
'Did she go to get ready?' He thought as his gaze slowly went up the stairs.
Suddenly he started to hear footsteps coming toward the area and it didn't take long before he saw her step onto the staircase.
She was putting on a short pink gown with little flower-shaped designs at the bottom of it and a black jacket which Dave guessed was for covering her wounded shoulder.
She didn't really do anything special with her hair but still, her hair always looked good with the curls.
"Wow," Dave said, taking his gaze on her from top to bottom.
"You like it?" She asked, smiling like an excited high school girl.
"Of course I like it," Dave said, moving closer to her.
"You should go get ready." She said.
"I know but where are we going?" He asked.
"I said you should choose remember."
