Emma Hart felt that Amelia Davidson was perhaps overemphasizing the risks a bit. She glanced over her design drafts with a laugh and looked at Amelia incredulously, "Steal my designs? Really? Am I that good?"
Emma saw this possibility as a form of flattery and recognition of her talents, something to be proud of rather than concerned about.
"Enough!" Amelia responded, exasperated like someone playing music to a cow—unappreciated and pointless. She decided it was best to let Emma live in her bubble, untouched by the world's darker realities.
Sometimes, Amelia was genuinely touched by Emma's innocence; albeit a bit naive, it was a refreshing purity seldom seen nowadays. Emma's blend of foolishness and kindness was oddly compelling to Amelia, far preferable to the hardened cynicism bred by societal grind.
It was lunchtime.
