"Give me your ID number, I'll book the flight and hotel. You won't regret going out with me, I've been there twice," Emma looked at Avery Jane, seeing her intrigued, and her eyebrows lifted with delight.
In the Thompson Family garden, Nora sat in the courtyard, with a soft cushion placed on the delicate wicker chair. Many things had been spiraling out of control since that night. The spring breeze in the courtyard still carried a hint of coolness, blowing down the pink and white petals from the branches. Large patches of light filtered through the green branches, casting dappled shadows on her face as she gently closed her eyes.
