Emily POV
"What obscure detail?" Mother tries to interject, but the conversation was not particularly made for her understanding: "Do your parents know about this Lana?"
"No Mrs. Salma and I would be immensely grateful if you wouldn't comment on them before I decide to do so, please" Back to me: "I'm dead serious, Michael has told me everything and…"
"Michael? I see" I fold my arms and exhale in frustration: "He sure lied to you Lana, he just wants to make me go to that stupid dance."
"You were invited?" Darla runs up to my side and looks at me wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded: "Then what are you doing here silly girl? You should be over there mingling with the millionaires."
"Darla, love no more."
"But daddy!"
"Emily's not going to any dance, she's home and staying home. So if that's why you've come, you'd better go a few blocks further and head over to your parent's house and tell her about the little gift you've gotten Lana."
