You may have stolen me,
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Thread Topic: You may have stolen me,
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      (Her older brother)
Emma went outside with the cake. She looked at the car with interest. - 
    
      
      The door magically opened without anyone touching it, inviting her to come inside.
There was a woman in the back seat already with long blonde hair. "Come, cone," she said with a heavy Italian accent. "Mi fratellino awaits you." - 
    
      
      (For some reason I thought this was Jewel and Adrians RP and I was like: Wtf-)
Emma shifted around nervously. "I'm just here to drop off this cake." she muttered. - 
    
      
      "Oh I think you misunderstood!" the woman said. "Nickola meant for you to come with us to drop off the cake. You will be returned.straight home safely, there's no need to worry."
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      Emma laughed nervously. "No I think YOU are misunderstanding. I really don't have time to go to his house right now. So you can just drop the cake off for him and I'll be on my way." she said.
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      "I'm sure your customers can wait," she said with a wave of her hand. "If you're as good as Nickola says you are then they'll come back at a later time. Maybe you can give some advice to our cooks, they can never seem to make a decent cake."
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      "Well, I suppose a few minutes wouldn't hurt. But please, make sure the visit isn't long." Emma said, getting into the car.
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      "Of course, of .course," the woman said. The car door.opened for her to step through.
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      Emma got into the car.
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      The car went off "Mi fratellino is very excited to see you again," the woman said.
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      "Our feelings aren't very mutual." Emma grumbled.
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      They arrived at a very large mansion. The woman, Nickola's sister, led Emma inside and into a room with no one in it. She actually took the cake from her. "Wait here," she said, and closed the door.
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      Emma stared at the door. "Wait a second.. wasn't I suppose to deliver that to him?" she asked herself.
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      About fifteen minutes later Nickola came into the room. "So sorry I'm late, tesoro," he said. "I had a meeting and things got a bit...rough."
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      Emma raised an eyebrow. Rough? What did he mean by that?
(Did he hurt someone? :000) 
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