She adjusted her dress, smoothed her hair, and told herself to give Jonathan a fair chance. It wouldn’t be right to judge him based solely on her own fears. After gathering her resolve, Amelia stepped out of the bathroom, her smile carefully put back in place.
As Amelia made her way back to the table, her nerves were still raw from her moment in the restroom. Just as she neared, she heard Jonathan’s voice, tense and hushed. She paused, hiding behind a pillar, straining to hear him clearly.