55| Truth Always Resurfaces In The End

Emily's POV:

I splashed some cold water over my face, cleaning each and every corner of my face.

Dark circles under my eyes were still visible, and I was worried if my mom saw me in freaking ugly condition like this, with my hairs sticking like a birdnest from my bun and my face looking like a distorted mushroom after all those sleepless depressing nights, then she would certainly throw a huge fit over it.

Mom was waiting in the drawing room after I excused myself to go to washroom and let Miranda open the door for her.

Quickly applying some foundation and cream under my eyes, which I stored in my makeup-kit for emergency makeup required often in conditions like these, I tied my hairs in a high ponytail and rushed downstairs to meet my mom.

She looked so innocent and heartwarming, sitting on the sofa and waiting for me impatiently. I smiled genuinely at her, and went behind her to scare her like old times.

"Booo!!"