Four pairs of eyes locked in a moment of painful silence. Amelia immediately grasped the situation and rose from Alan's side, her professional mask never slipping despite the awkward intrusion.
As Marcus pushed the door fully open, the Blake couple finally saw what they had interrupted—medical equipment laid out around the sofa, Amelia's medical case open, and Amelia standing in a clearly clinical posture. Their assumptions crashed and burned, replaced by a different kind of embarrassment.
Jenny's hand dropped from her eyes, relief flooding her features. Thank goodness! Thank goodness it was not what they thought.
The distinguished couple quickly pulled themselves together, slipping back into the polished performance expected of social elites.
"This is…" Jenny's gaze shifted to Amelia, her eyes making a quick sweep.
