Sitting in the back of her black limo with her agent/publicist Ella DeVil, Emma Nolan was on her phone going through her Twitter checking all her tags. Even though she is a new author, she has very loyal fans; they love her and she loves them.
@emnolanlive Just finished the book & I need the sequel!!!! xoxo #swanking #otp #theppds
Kill. me. now! I dont get to go to Book con this year to meet @emnolanlive someone kidnap me please
Forever wishing I knew what Leia and Charlie looked like *sighs* I ship it so hard!
#OffToGoWriteAFanfiction lol. Anybody wanna read it on Wattpad?
@emnolanlive I wish #theppds were a legit tv show. I would TOTES watch!!!
Leia is my spirit animal and Charlie is my king #swankingisendgame #otpforlife
@emnolanlive I cant wait to see you this weekend I might actually cry #theppds Ily mom
Emma chuckled a little at the last one. Mom something she had never been called, she sighed.
Her first novel 'The Pirate-Princess Diaries' hit the New York Times best seller list after only a week of being published.
Her parents were and are so proud of her; they always knew she would do well. She's had enough set backs in life and to come out on top is really enjoyable for the time being.
She's had so many people (of all ages and genders) come up to her, asking her to sign their hard and paper backs. Emma was elated to do anything for her fans (considering she's never had them before) and of course there are always going to be haters but the praisers out weigh the haters and Ms. E told her specifically "Not to worry darling" anyway.
"Emma darling," DeVil called out to get her attention she sat on the other side of the limo wearing a tight pair of black leather pants and a black and white fur coat. Over the top, Emma would say.
Ella was roughly ten years older than Emma. So she had this air about her and she flaunted it. It was definitely the way she carried herself.
"Hmm," Emma hummed looking up from her phone. The vehicle came to a stop.
"We're here at the hotel," DeVil informed, stepping out of the limo. "'The Jewel of The Realm', peculiar name but this is where the convention is held."
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"Of c-course not, love, m-my apologies, I'm n-not r-really the book reader type." Killian mentally slapped himself for stuttering like that in front of her. He was positive he looked like a complete dork. Emma thought that was the cutest thing ever...