Emma

"Ah, there you are," she whispers in a velvety voice as the wind plays with her golden dress. Her smile is bright, but there's a secret in her eyes—something daring, something unspoken. "Tell me, do you always remain in the shadows, or is today my lucky day?" The tilt of her head intrigues, the click of her black heels a challenge. "Or perhaps… you'd prefer me to guess?"