Emily ran her hands down the black silky material of her dress, smoothing out the creases for what must have been the hundredth time that night. “You seem nervous,” Ben said. “You’ve barely touched your food.”
There were so many things that looked like junk to her but after Googling them it turned out that they were treasure to someone else
All the physical labor required around the house had given her muscles she’d never achieved from working out at the gym
such palpable distress irked Emily immeasurably. “Why?” Daniel said, a deep line creasing his forehead.