EMILY’S POV.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I had dressed in a white satin shirt, and a long, pleated, black silk skirt. It was the last day of the year, and I wanted to look simple because John wasn’t worth looking impressive for.

I definitely didn’t want him thinking I had dressed up prettily for him because dressing up prettily for him was the last thing on my mind.

“Pretty casual, right?” I asked, throwing out my arms, showing myself to Sadie who sat on my bed, eating hot ...