Emily's POV
"It's a date!" I squealed, jumping around the room in excitement. I picked up a vase with roses inside and plucked off the flowers.
"Alpha Colton has finally asked you out, wohoo! This calls for a big celebration! I'll ask the chef to prepare something very good!" I added, sprinkling the flowers in the air.
"Stop it, Emily," Miranda's tired voice sounded in my ears and my feet froze mid-air. "Nothing like that will ever happen,"
"What?" I gasped in disbelief. I gently placed the vase back in its rightful position and turned to face her. A tired expression rested on her face and I noticed how dim the light in her eyes was.
She sighed again then collapsed on the bed and rolled to the other side with her back facing me.
"Why do you think that way?" I asked, staring at her back. Miranda sighed heavily again.
