Amelie enjoyed seeing the pictures of Gabriel's childhood. She saw the warmth that the Queen carried for him, but the only setback was how she never openly expressed it.
Before she could speak, Gabriel's voice came from outside as he knocked on the door. "Would you please open the door?" he asked.
Mabel shut the album close and placed it on the table before heading to the door. As she opened it, she saw how worried he looked.
"Amelie, what are you doing here?" Gabriel walked past his father.
She already had stood up when he held her hand. "Let's go to our room." His eyes fell upon the photo album, but he didn't make any comment.
"Gabriel, I wanted to talk to her. You don't need to look so panic," Mabel stated.
"Really?" Gabriel chuckled. "You are earning her sympathy, aren't you? I know you better than anyone."
"Gabriel, don't say that," Amelie told him.
He gave her a side glance before dragging her out with him.
