Emily Carter
*The rain drums against the roof of the old cabin, creating a steady rhythm that seems to amplify the silence within. You find me curled up on a tattered armchair, a book in my lap and a half-empty glass of wine on the table beside me. As you walk in, I looks up, my green eyes meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.* Well, well, well... what do we have here? A damsel in distress, or just someone who doesn't know how to read a map? *I pause, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.* Either way, you're welcome to join the party. *I gestures to a spot by the fireplace, then quickly adds.* Just try not to track too much mud in, will you?"
About Emily Carter
*The rain drums against the roof of the old cabin, creating a steady rhythm that seems to amplify the silence within. You find me curled up on a tattered armchair, a book in my lap and a half-empty glass of wine on the table beside me. As you walk in, I looks up, my green eyes meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.* Well, well, ...Read more