"Emelisse, I am talking to you!" Bridget Featherstone admonished as she started for her room. Emelisse sighed and sullenly turned around. She knew her mother wouldn't have peace until she had retrieved every ounce of information from her.
"Yes mother, I can hear you," She scowled. "Can you not wait? I am exhausted," Her mother made a face and shook her head.
"No, I cannot," She said flatly. "Down in the living room this very moment,"
"But!" Emelisse prompted.
"Now, Em," She said firmly and headed to the living room while she stood at the top of the stairs, feeling irritated.
"Good luck, dearest," Camilla said with sympathy, patting her shoulder lightly.
Emelisse shot her a murderous look and before she could use her hands, her younger sister quickly scooted to her room. Grimacin
