She was wearing a white bathrobe, with her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, as the sunlight from outside the window streamed over her.
The glass was so effective at insulating against heat and UV rays that one couldn't feel any warmth at all.
After half an hour, her mind began to wander, replaying the events of last night over and over again in her head, from the STAR club all the way to the presidential suite, like scenes from a movie.
Her cheeks grew redder and redder, until Emma Benson finally tossed aside the book in her hand, covered her burning cheeks with both hands, and even at this moment, she still felt like she was in a dream.
"How did things end up like this? How could they have..." She didn't know whether what she did was right or wrong, but when she thought of the words that Walter had said to her last night, she was so heartbroken and moved that she wanted to stay by his side at all costs.
