I wasn't in trouble! I ignored Camilla's obvious flustered face as I poured batter into the cookie pans.
"Really?" She asked and I nodded. We were talking about how I had met Jonathan, which was mostly a lie.
"Before we got married, I really thought he was anti-social or something. He's very just and reasonable with his employees and in the meetings I've attended as his secretary, he's also well-spoken, so I often wondered why he had no friends. I didn't know he was different with you."
She frowned. "So what convinced you to marry him. Someone that could well have been anti-social?"
I shrugged, feeling terrible about the lie I was building on, but I had no choice. "He showed me glimpses of whom he really was. Plus, he was and still is a really kind man."
Camilla nodded. "You're right. He has always been kind." She took the pans that were filled with batter and put them in the oven, setting the timer. "What of you? How are your parents. What do they do?"
