...Emile pov…

I helped her carry her things out of the car and into the mansion. The foyer was grand, with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and marble floors beneath our feet. I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated and She followed behind me holding her handbag.

"Where do you want these?" I asked Emily, gesturing to her bags. I was out of place.

She pointed to a nearby table. "Just set them down there for now," she said, looking at me strangely. I tried not to act too serious so as not to pique suspicions. Even she suspected no one would guess that Dickinson and I swapped...