Edward and Amara visited the store at day. She felt an indescribable feeling seeing her creations put up for sale in another store. With their price tag, name, and labels, it was as if she had truly become a businesswoman.
Edward came to her and asked, "Have you thought of what your trademark would be?"
Amara answered while glancing over the other products, "Yes. The next batch you order, I will stamp my own brand at the bottom."
"Glad to hear that."
She glanced over at Edward and caught him smiling while looking at one of the vases she made. His smile is warm and infectious. Amara couldn't help but smile as well. All of that was possible because Edward trusted and saw her talent more than anyone did.
"Thank you," she mumbled softly, feeling grateful toward the man. Edward's body stiffened. Amara was smiling so warmly that he couldn't take his eyes away from her. He swallowed the lump in his throat, his ears tinged with red.
