However, Drake couldn't help but hold onto that sliver of hope when he asked Emma that question. He looked at her nervously, feeling his palm sweating from nerves. Emma furrowed her brows in thought when she saw how anxious he was. Eventually, she nodded and said, "You can come if you want." Drake's eyes widened when he heard her. For a second there, he even thought he was hallucinating it all. "Emma, I-I could come?" he stammered breathlessly, staring at her unblinkingly as he waited for her to say yes once more. Please let this be real. Please let her say yes again. "Yes, you can." Emma nodded. They were only going to watch over Remy tonight. Everyone else would be there; Drake tagging along wasn't all that bizarre.Drake was dazed. He felt as though he was floating on air, even though his feet were firmly on the ground. In fact, he had to restrain himself from bouncing off the walls. Still, he'd balled his hand into fists, feeling his palms stinging from how hard his nails were biting them. The pain helped him anchor himself as he blurted enthusiastically, "E-Emma, I'm going to get ready! Wait for me!" Then, he promptly bolted for his room. He was quick to dash away, likely afraid that Emma might go back on her words. Emma remained seated on the couch as she watched him zoom down the hallway. Why was he so excited? Did he misunderstand something? In the meantime, Drake had lunged for his wardrobe the second he slammed his door wide open. Then, he started rummaging through it. He was going to spend the night with Emma tonight, so he had to look perfect.He had to make sure that she was pleased. In the end, he practically dumped everything out in the open. "This is too plain." "Too boring. Emma won't like this one." "And this is too formal." "That's too old-fashioned." Drake barely had enough room on the floor after rejecting so many outfits. Yet, he still couldn't find one that he was satisfied with. He checked the time on his lightcore. Fortunately, he had more than enough time left. If he ordered something and had it expedited, it likely would arrive way before he went to Emma's room later tonight. So, he immediately clicked on the Lightcore Mall and began frantically scrolling through the catalogue. He saved far too many pieces to count. All of them seemed good, but now he had a problem—he couldn't decide on the one that Emma would like best.He didn't really know her preferences all that well Wait! Her preferences! Silas knew her tastes best. So, he instantly clicked on his profile. He'd already found out that Silas was the one who'd been sending him tips via lightcore on how to please their female. He was the mysterious therian with the username—Embrace of the Moon! Silas had admitted it himself. He had even returned the beast and insect cores Drake had given him. It had been really awkward, but Drake had still been grateful. After all, Silas had gone out of his way to help him. Drake stared at his lightcore long and hard before sending Silas the screenshots of the clothes he'd chosen. Then, he texted, 'Silas, which one do you think Emma would like best?' Silas had just left the shower when he saw Drake's message. When he read it, he nearly cracked his lightcore with how irritated he felt. So, he didn't give Drake a straight answer. Instead, he wrote, 'Why were you browsing? Did Emy allow you to join us to watch over Remy?' Drake quickly replied, 'I'll pay you. I'll give you a beast core, so just help me pick one outfit. Please.' Silas had to close his eyes and pray for patience after reading that text. Was Drake dumb? Actually, was he, Silas Hamblin, the actual moron for helping the bloke? He was using Remy, Silas' cub, to get into Emma's good graces. Yet, Drake had the gall to ask him for fashion tips? He scrolled through the screenshots Drake had sent, immediately pegging all of those outfits as boring and stuffy. A sneer appeared on his lips as he replied bluntly, 'They're all awful. Emy doesn't like stuff like that.' She didn't? Drake frowned as he asked, 'What does Emma like? Can you pick one for me? I'll pay you.' He couldn't let Silas help him for free. They weren't that close, at least not yet. Silas didn't make things difficult for him as he opened his shopping cart and shared two links. 'Pick one of these.' Drake wasted no time clicking on the links. His face turned bright red when he saw the images. What… Just what were these clothes? One was an almost-transparent nightgown with lace everywhere and strategically placed slits. Another was a semi-sheer black silk piece; the other was a deep-V ice-silk outfit with so little fabric it barely covered anything.