Sunday morning, Emily and Vincenzo
The party on Saturday had been amazingly fun, and Emily had been very happy to see so many Manorite ladies join in. After much talking, giggling, eating, drinking and dancing, Emily had gotten safely home on the ride that Andy had arranged, and eventually even to her own flat. The delightful and at the same time rather startling pile of gifts had been left on the living room table while Emily had stumbled to bed. And there she was, sound asleep - but at least she had managed to wash her make up off and change to a nightie.
Wayne was the only one showing any reaction to the noise coming from the door, and the cat left Emily to sleep alone while he creeped to the hall to find out what was going on.