That simple comment made Amelia Johnson pause for a few seconds, actually considering it. “Makes sense, but not today. I’ve got a theme park to design—no time to waste!”
Before she even finished her sentence, she bolted up the stairs like her feet were on fire.
Not that Amelia was trying to slack off—she really didn’t have the time. The piano competition had already eaten up a huge chunk of her schedule.
She opened her laptop and started sketching ideas. After a bit of thinking, the outline of the theme park was already forming in her mind.
She grabbed a pen and started sketching seriously, her hand flying across the page.
Time slipped by quickly...
Suddenly, a burnt smell made her frown. Her brows knit together. “What’s that smell?”
A thought flashed through her min
