As the conversation flowed, Jonathan leaned in and remarked, “You’re such a great artist, Amelia. I can see the passion in your eyes.” Amelia froze. She hadn’t mentioned her art to him, nor had she shown him any of her sketches.
A chill ran down Amelia’s spine. Seeing the flicker of confusion in her eyes, Jonathan quickly backtracked. “Oh, you mentioned buying paint the other day, remember? I just assumed you were into art,” he added with a smooth laugh, his tone easy and reassuring.