Amelia Johnson raised an eyebrow in surprise, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Well, look at you getting all chummy with Lily Carter. She even asked me the other day what kind of gift you'd like."
"Seriously? No way. Come on, don’t mess with me," Emily Carter waved his hands quickly, looking flustered. "She’s just my little apprentice."
"A little master–apprentice romance going on?"
"Amelia Johnson, what is going on inside that head of yours?" Emily immediately straightened up, serious now. "My heart belongs elsewhere, and anyway, that pampered princess type is not my vibe at all. Stop trying to play matchmaker."
Amelia shrugged with a grin. "Relax, I was just messing with you."
"Come on, you better get going or you'll miss the red carpet." Emily gave her a nudge. "And don’t
