Emily and Sonny made plans to pick her up at six. After that, she went straight home and directly up to the privacy of her bedroom where she made an SOS call to her best friend, Elizabeth. A fashionista Emily was not. If Sonny was taking her to the No Name, she needed Elizabeth's assistance.

Elizabeth arrived not even half an hour later carrying a couple of garment bags in one hand and backpack in the other.

"So," Elizabeth asked as she pulled a gold, beaded cocktail dress out of one of the garment bags. "Who's the lucky guy who's rich enough to take you to the No Name?"

Emily quietly closed her bedroom door before turning back around to address her friend in a whisper. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course," Elizabeth nodded. "Your dad never found out you were the one who scratched his BMW in your senior year, did he? And why are we whispering?"

"I'm serious, Liz... you can't tell a soul," Emily couldn't stress enough.

"I promise I won't tell," Elizabeth laughed. "Who in the world are you going out with... Sonny Corinthos?"

The look on Emily's face must have given her away and Elizabeth gasped. "That was my joke guess!"

"Well, that's really who I'm going out with tonight." Emily took the dress her friend handed her and laid it on the bed.

"Emily, you know what people say he does for a living. Your parents hate him, Jason works for him, and he's like twenty years older than you." Elizabeth laid out all of the negatives that Emily had already considered.

Her family hated Sonny. They thought that he somehow changed Jason into some kind of robotic, emotionless killer. They couldn't seem to accept the fact that it was a car accident that led to Jason's brain injury that caused him to wake up from his coma as Jason Morgan, mob hitman. It hadn't been Sonny who was driving that car either. No, the driver had been her and Jason's older brother, A.J. He had been attempting to drive drunk and Jason had jumped into the passenger seat in an attempt to stop him as A.J. hit the gas and crashed headfirst into a tree in the mansion's garden. A.J. had walked away with only some cuts and bruises. Jason suffered a traumatic brain injury. The only thing Sonny had done for Jason after the accident was accepted him for who he was and not who he used to be. He took her brother under his wing. Emily decided that she wasn't going to let her family influence her opinion of Sonny.

As for the whole town saying he was a mob boss... Jason worked for him and she still loved him, right? Wouldn't it make her a hypocrite to accept Jason but not Sonny? She certainly thought so.

Yes, Jason did work for Sonny, that much was also true. But this wasn't business, it was personal, a simple date. It probably wouldn't develop into anything and, if it did, she'd talk to Jason about it then.

Finally, she was nineteen to his thirty-nine. With everything else to worry about, she didn't give their age difference much thought. She had always been mature for her age and the age difference obviously didn't bother Sonny or he wouldn't have asked her out.

"I know all of that," Emily sighed. "Can you just, please, help me get ready? He's going to be here in an hour and a half."

Elizabeth laughed a little. "Let's get to work my little mob moll."