FORCING THE TRUTH
The tension in the room seemed to thicken as Richmond continued to question Anne about the mysterious flowers. Anne, feeling the weight of the conversation, tried to clarify her position. "Of course not, I wasn't expecting it from you," she affirmed, her words holding a mixture of assurance and a hint of defensiveness.
Richmond, however, was not easily convinced. "But you were expecting it from someone else then?" he pressed further, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized Anne's reaction. The intensity of his gaze made Anne feel like she was under a spotlight, and a bead of sweat formed at the base of her back.
"No! You are misunderstanding the matter at hand," Anne insisted, her voice carrying a note of frustration. The conversation had taken an unexpected turn, evolving into what felt like an interrogation rather than a casual exchange.
Richmond maintained his scrutinizing gaze, seemingly unwilling to let the matter rest.
