Emanuel’s P.O.V.
“O come on. That was just a photo. That even didn’t show your face.” I tried to coax her, but couldn’t mask the hint of teasing in my voice.
She glared hard at me and almost jumped on her seat to look in the other direction. I wanted to laugh, but it would only infuriate her more.
Ever since she saw that photo in my phone, she was like hedgehog, ready to injure me with her quills at any time.
“Hey.” I tried to grab her shoulder, but she jumped away. Her face was still towards the window.
“Okay, I am sorry. Just don’t be so mad.” I apologized teasingly.
She huffed, moving her shoulders up and down furiously, throwing a childish tantrum, but I was enjoying it.
“It’ a long flight. You should sleep now or else you will have dark circles by tomorrow morning and your Mom
