But then, I turn back toward the door and see Emmy standing there. I like the plain, simple version of Emmy. She’s my friend, and she probably still knows me better than everyone (at least according to Lindsay). But the version standing in front of me right now is having a completely different effect on me. Let’s just say long talks aren’t what’s on my mind. I stand up and try not to stare. I absolutely fail. Emmy is. . .stunning.
