EMMA’s POV :

- - - - Three Months Later - - - -

“What time’s your plane landing again?” Sophie squeaked over the phone, I could feel her excitement three thousand miles away.

“5 PM. But Soph, you don’t have to come get me, I can just take an Uber,” I said as I continued folding my clothes on the bed. 

I was leaving Paris tomorrow and I haven’t even finished packing. It was hard to do since Elliott was keeping me busy and distracted. Even as I was on ...