The obvious answer was her father, Paul. She had really screwed him over. She watched the little 6 year old that had been her father, playing dress with a barbie doll without a care in the world. Obviously, Paul would've been pissed if he could remember his original life, but the camera's reality bending powers were too much for anyone to resist.
"Okay Daddy, I'll fix you first." Emily whispered.
"Huh? Did you say something Emile?" Paula asked innocently.
"Oh, um... nothing sis! Hey, say cheese!" Emily smiled, lifting up the camera.
Paula gasped as a smile spread across her face. She proudly sat up and closed her eyes with a grin.
FLASH
Emily lowered the camera to find herself in what at first seemed like a totally different house. It seemed bigger, with a larger ceiling and longer furniture, but also more expensive with the nicer decorations and differently painted walls. After a closer inspection, she realized it was still her house, but looked more like it could've been owned by some rich people!
"Dad! Where's Dad!" She suddenly remembered, quickly hopping up and scanning across the room.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the staircase creaking. She looked up and to her surprise it was Olivia and Rick! Or, rather, Oliver and Rebecca. What really weirded Emily out was the fact that they were dressed much nicer than before.
Oliver was wearing a slimming black suit, his jet black hair gelled back, freshly shaven face, and a nice rolex on his wrist that he was fixing. Rebecca was wearing a gorgeous little black dress which really showed off her figure and made her breasts pop. She was covered in makeup, her curly red hair was forcibly straightened past her shoulders, and her hands were covered in unnecessary amounts of jewelry.
"Ah, there you are Emile darling." Rebecca calmly greeted. Emily almost burst out laughing, because the way "she" talked sounded like how regular people talk to mock rich folks. "Your father and I are heading to the Gala. While we're gone, please make sure Emmanuel cleans the pool and that Janice prepares breakfast for tomorrow morning when we wake up."
"Oh, and son, please look after your things... I don't want to have to return it." Oliver chimed in as "he" handed Emily a small, blonde kitten.
Emily quickly scooped up the cat and her jaw dropped. To check her suspicions, she checked the collar it now wore. It read "Peaches" which pretty much confirmed that this was her father. She quickly put two and two together, and figured that with only one child and different parents, her family was able to become VERY rich in this new reality.
"Oh Dad, I'm so sorry." Emily whispered.
"What son?" Oliver turned back.
"Oh, um... nothing... Father." Emily stuttered.
"Alright... see you later tonight." Oliver replied as he wrapped his arm around Rebecca, squeezing her butt slightly.
Emily was totally panicked. Her plan to fix everything was falling apart already! Instead of fixing her dad, she made him into a freaking animal! What's worse, Rick and her mom were now rick assholes... and STILL MARRIED.
"Oh God, what the hell do I do?" She thought.
Thinking quickly, she realized what she needed to do.