Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 439

The next morning, Emma Bennett woke up in her own bed, though she couldn't remember how she'd gotten there. The last thing she recalled was falling asleep nestled in her grandmother's arms.

She was still hazy with sleep, the perfect memories of the previous night—the crackling fireplace, the falling snow, the grand Christmas dinner—enveloping her in a lingering warmth.

Growing up, she’d always hear classic holiday songs on TV specials, the kind that spoke of unforgettable nights. She never truly understood what that felt like until now. A night so perfect you wished you could stretch it out, moment by moment, forever.

She snuggled under the warm covers for a few more moments before finally sitting up, fully awake. That’s when she saw them: four presents resting on her bedside table.

She didn't even need to look at the tags to know who they were from: her grandmother, her aunt, her brother, and of course, Sebastian Remington.

Two of the gifts were jewelry sets, and she laughed to herself, instantly recognizing the silent competition between her aunt and her brother. It wasn't about being lavish; it was about outdoing each other. When she opened the boxes, the brilliant sparkle almost blinded her.

Surprisingly, her grandmother's gift was also a piece of jewelry, but this one held a special meaning—it was a piece her grandmother had designed herself. In the months since coming abroad, her grandmother had not only adapted to her new life but had also started learning jewelry design from her aunt. Every girl dreams of jewels, doesn't she? Her grandmother had once been a little girl, too. Hadn't she, like so many others, once strung plastic beads together to make a necklace? So, watching her aunt sketching designs and playing with glittering gemstones as if they were toys, her own interest had been sparked.

At first, her grandmother had worried she was too old to pick up something new, that people might laugh. But Emma had encouraged her. If she wasn't afraid to start dancing again, then what did age matter? You should always do what you love.

And so, this brooch was the first piece her grandmother had ever designed, a gift for Emma. The message was clear: *If I can do it, so can you.*

Sebastian's gift was a pair of crystal slippers.

In the card, he’d written that a princess was destined to wear her crystal slippers and dance again.

But Sebastian had given her far more than just a pair of shoes. He had been a huge part of her recovery. Especially during that difficult month in Europe, he had been by her side morning and night, looking out for her and helping her adjust her routines. In the months since she'd started school here, he'd lived next door, and more often than not, he'd accompanied her to the Wellness Center.

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