Jenny's heels echoed softly as she walked down the hallway, the sound fading until silence filled the air. Amelia waited until she was sure Jenny was gone before turning to Alan. Her expression was careful, her voice calm but uncertain.
"Did your mother misunderstand something about us?" she asked quietly.
Alan's jaw tightened. The last thing he wanted was for Amelia to get caught up in his family's endless drama. His mother had been playing matchmaker for as long as he could remember, and he did not intend to let Amelia become collateral damage in her little schemes.
"Nothing to worry about," he said flatly. "You don't need to concern yourself with it."
He watched her, waiting for more questions. Most people would have pushed, eager for Blake family gossip, hungry for a glimpse behind the perfect image his parents maintained. But Amelia just nodded and let it drop. No curiosity. No prying. No fishing for details. It was one of the reasons he found her company refreshing.
