Amelia Johnson sank into the couch. “I mentioned the birthday party to Mr. Taylor a couple days ago, but honestly, I just said it offhand. I figured Dad would agree without much thought, but turns out, you weren’t okay with it.”
“Didn’t Dad already say he’d make it up to you?” Sabrina replied quickly, “Mr. Taylor said he’d come, so he definitely will.” After all, he’d told Richard Johnson that directly over the phone.
Amelia shook her head a little. “I’m not so sure. Our relationship’s not that close.”
Richard frowned. “You’re seeing him every day lately. That doesn’t really scream 'just acquaintances.'”
Amelia bit her lip. “We’re literally just friends, that’s all. I’ve never overstepped.”
“You have any idea how many people would kill just to be called Mr. Taylor’s friend
