Emilia was sitting by her mirror, humming as she combed her hair. She caught her face in the mirror, glowing cheeks and a smile she had been wearing ever since she had gotten up. Luckily, her face wasn't home. She wouldn't know what to tell him if he were to ask what was up with her. To think he might tease her about being in love! She would surely been unable to keep a blush off her cheeks. She was, after all, unable to keep it away everytime she thought of the evening she had spent with Lann. She still couldn't believe they hade done it. It all seemed like such a dream.

She heard her phone vibrate on her desk and got up, putting the bomb aside and walking over, picking up her phone to look at it. Reasing Lanns message, her smile widened into a goofy grin. She answered right away, grinning stupidly all the while. [i]"Good Morning! I hope you slept well :* I'll be waiting for you <3"[/i] She turned around, almost dancing back to her mirror, where she grabbed a hair tie, slipping it onto her wrist. She started braiding her hair as she went to her wardrobe. It didn't take her long to finish the braid, she did it all the time. She picked out a clean uniform, putting it on and all the while thinking of what had happened to the one she had been wearing yesterday. A blush crept into her face. She had put it in the hamper when she had went to take a fast shower afterwards yesterday. 

Once dressed, she skipped down the stairs, phone in hand and eagerly awaiting a reply from Lann, while she fixed herself some breakfast, making sandwiches, enough of them to share with Lann. At the thought of him, another smile spread on her face. Her phone vibrated and she eagerly looked at it. It was a message from her father, though. She felt bad for being disappointed for a moment, then was distracted as she read the message. [i]"Good Morning honey! I hope you slept well, I did not manage to get more than an hour or two of sleep. I am sorry, but we won't meet today either, I will get home in a few hours to take a shower and get some fresh clothes. We're very busy here, some trouble has come up. I asked my brother to pick you up an drive you to school. You should know remember him even though you have not met for a long while, you used to play at their house all the time, he has a son your age. I am really sorry that I don't have more time to spend with you, but I'll be able to get a few days off soon, we will go somewhere then, alright? I wish you a great day! I love you!"[/i]

For a few minutes, all Emilia could do was stare at the message. Then she read it again. Her fathers brother? A picture came to mind, of a man looking very similar, if younger, to her father, but it was vague, more of an impression, really. She could not manage to remember anything else, but she had a rather strange feeling about it all. Her high spirits a little dampened, she went on making sandwiches and having a bit of cereal for breakfast, before she went back up to pack her bag. She brought them downstairs, where she put on her shoes and grabbed her jacket, bringing it with her to the couch where she waited, concentrating on listening to any cars apporaching on the street.