Emily's POV

Heaving a deep sigh, I reclined on the chair, with my legs crossed on top of the other. After the event, dad and I arranged our flight back to New York. We were meant to stay for a bit longer because the Waltons were more than friends to my father, but we had to depart because of Carl. His nanny called; she advised us that he was sick and that I needed to leave immediately.

I'm still puzzled as to what caused the gunfire and commotion back at the party. I felt Ethan was hiding something since he promptly addressed the situation without involving the cops or questioning...