Ten minutes later.
Amelia Clarke took a deep breath, looking at the design on the plain white paper. The fusion of elements and their expression were exactly what she wanted to showcase at their best.
"There, what do you think?" Amelia handed her sketchbook over for Owen Moreland to see.
Owen Moreland glanced at it briefly, made no comment, put down the book he was holding, and tidied up Amelia's sketchbook and the scattered markers before placing them on the bedside table.
"Does it look bad?" Amelia grabbed Owen's arms, "Tell me the truth, what's not good about it? I'll make changes."
Owen helped Amelia to lie down and adjusted her Pregnancy Pillow, saying, "I'm not a professional in this field, why ask me?"
"Really? I thought you knew everything." Amelia looked at Owen with a smile, "You can even understand a B-ultrasound, how could you not discern anything from my design sketches?"