"Can I come in? I really just want to make things right," she says and I swallow, thinking about it for a couple of seconds before nodding and stepping aside to let her come in. I know Daniel's not going to like this, but what can I do? Tell her to leave? That would be incredibly rude. Besides...he doesn't have to know, "Thanks, Oliver."
"Uh... you don't need to..." I shrug. I have no idea what to say, but Amelia doesn't seem to pay any attention to me, she walks in looking all over the house again.
"No, please, let me say what I want to say," she stops me and turns to me again. Her sweet eyes full of regret set intently on my eyes before they drop down to the shirt I'm wearing and she gets distracted by it, "Why do you like turtleneck shirts so much?"
She's observant, too.
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