Evening

**Emma’s POV** 

Time had slipped away so fast, and now, I found myself pacing back and forth in my room, second-guessing the decision I had just made. 

Was this really happening? 

I chewed on my lower lip, my arms crossed as I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t that bad. Right? I mean, it wasn’t like I was selling my soul to the devil—I was just playing along with Bianca’s ridiculous idea. 

And yet, my heart pounded, my stomach twisting in ...