C42 A virtue that wasn't her strongest trait!

" All done! Betsy will be here with your dress soon." Mrs. Adams announced.

" Who's Betsy?" Emma asked, unsure of the person's identity.

" Try to keep up Emma! She's the designer. Oh good. She's here." Mrs. Adams announced, going through her phone.

Emma sat in silence, having nothing to say or contribute. She felt like some sort of rag doll. Having people dote and wait upon her