Emily Taylor

**The Little Box with a Ring** Emma and James had been friends since primary school. They lived in the

Clever Tim Emily and her mother had been arguing for days. They’d tire themselves out, retreat to their

“Who is my real father?” “Emma, do you want to go to the cinema on Sunday?”

The “Worthy” Suitor Sasha stood by the window, gazing at the empty courtyard. The trampled

Emily had just left the office and was walking to her car in the parking lot. A light dusting of snow

A Terrible Mistake Emily awoke to a sharp, twisting pain. Something had been haunting her dreams—something

**Who’s My Father?** “Emma, want to go to the cinema on Sunday?” “I don’t know.

The memory of him lingers still… Emily stepped out of the office and walked toward her car in the parking lot.

Unloved From childhood, Emily had despised her name. Old-fashioned, frumpy. When she grew older, her

Lydia Stevenson walked home in her unbuttoned wool coat, clutching a worn-out briefcase filled with her