Their rehearsal session stretched late into the night without them even realizing it.
Ethan Quinn had expected to be exhausted, but surprisingly, he wasn't. In fact, he was curious to see just how much Amelia Lockhart would improve.
Her tone and expression were occasionally off, but all it took was a little guidance from him for her to get the feel of it.
She was like a plant: give her water, and she would absorb it and grow.
It was a fascinating experience.
Besides, whenever she looked at him with those naturally bewitching eyes, his heart would involuntarily race.
"The look in your eyes is good, but your movements are stiff." Ethan Quinn's gaze darkened as he looked at the woman in his arms, his voice low.
Amelia Lockhart scrambled to her feet, picked up the script again, and studied it, her brow furrowed in concentration.
This was an outdoor scene.
