CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ADRIAN'S POINT OF VIEW

I headed into Emily's room with determination, not caring what she was going to say. I had a feeling she would act up, but maybe she would come around later.

I hesitated a bit when I got to her door, but I knocked anyway.

"Who is it?" she asked softly.

"Adrian," I replied.

There was silence for a bit, but she responded, "Come in." And so I did.

I can't lie, her room was beautiful. It was painted pink and white, with some big pink teddy bears. She's a girly girl, I'm sure of that, but she just seems to put up a strong front. On the inside, she looks like a very fragile person.

"Did you come here to gawk at my room or what?" she asked, throwing me a hot glare.

I quickly composed myself and stared at her. She was sitting at a small table and chair in the corner of her room.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I have something important to discuss with you," I replied.

She turned to me, looking me up and down. "I hope whatever you have to say is worth my time."

I smiled softly, scra