" What do you mean engagement?" Emma asked, while Mrs. Adams approached her bed.
" Oh dear! We don't have time. You need to be ready before the young master comes in." She tutted, taking in her appearance. " There's so much to do and yet so little time!"
" Wait a second." Emma said, holding up her hand. " Get ready for what? I don't remember making plans with anybody and I don't feel too well right now." She excused, hoping she could be left alone.
" Are you okay? Where does it hurt? Why didn't you say anything? I'll invite the doctor over." Mrs. Adams fussed, desperately searching her pockets for a handphone.
Emma's eyes widened. She felt alright and intended to get them off her back using that excuse but apparently underestimated their dedication to ensuring she was doing good.
Scratch that, she couldn't understand their dedication to her.