EMMA's POV :
I had never dreaded a Saturday as much as this.
Thanksgiving went by so fast, I wished I could hold on to those two days, but time waited for no one. Saturday had arrived and I had no choice but to fight my fight.
Ian called a few times. He was happy to be back home so I let him talk more and I listened. I didn’t say anything about Zach seeing us, I tried my best to sound as normal as I could, but I had a feeling he sensed something was wrong.
My only hope was that I could fix everything tonight. I’d try and talk Zach out of this, once and for all. I wore a dress and I looked good in it, but I despised that. I wished I didn’t look good. I wished I didn’t have to go meet Zach and try to convince him not to do this. But this was the role I was given so I had to play
