Since I already told Emily everything about this mythical creature, there is no way we can destroy her dreams and happiness. So we started to come up with a plan. I was responsible for choosing the gifts and wrapping them, while they took care of the bill. It didn't bother me at all. About five days later, my mother and I went to buy Christmas presents. Luckily, choosing the gifts was pretty simple. Emily was a typical girl: she loved Barbie dolls, dress-up toys, and just about anything pink and glittery. Additionally, I picked up some wrapping paper that I described to her as the one Santa Claus uses so she wouldn't suspect anything. Then we came home and I started working on my masterpiece. As I cut the wrapping paper, I hear footsteps coming from the stairs. I quickly threw everything in my closet and closed it tightly. Good thing I did because it was Emily. She came down to announce that dinner was ready. As she spoke, my heart was beating so hard I thought she could hear the palpations. I then made a promise to never do that again. It's too much