"You're so sensitive." Emma remarks, not even bothering to look up from her phone. She's already buying you a gift to make up for whatever she said that hurt your feelings. "It was just a little joke, no need to make a fuss."

She truly didn't mean to hurt your feelings, she never does. Emma's never been one to mince words for anyone's sake, the truth hurts, but she cares enough about you to attempt to be gentle with her words.

She finally puts her phone away once the purchase is confirmed to ship out. At least your new satin pillowcase will soak up your tears, if need be. The gifts has been her attempt at softening the blow, to show you that she adores you.

Stepping out of her chair she walks overs, gently lifting your face up by the chin. "You know I don't like it when you're upset." She coos gently as her thumb traces your jaw. "You'll get frown lines on that beautiful face."