Sophia's POV
After my disastrous conversation with Mrs. Henderson, I spent the rest of the day trying to repair the damage. I found her in the kitchen that evening, preparing dinner.
"Mrs. Henderson, I wanted to apologize for this morning," I said, trying to sound contrite. "I've been so stressed about the auction that I wasn't thinking clearly."
She looked up from her work, her expression cautious. "Of course, dear. We all have our moments."
"It's just that I've been away from art for so long, focusing on other things since my marriage." I gave her what I hoped was a convincing smile. "Sometimes I feel like I've forgotten more than I remember."
Please buy this excuse. Please.
Mrs. Henderson's face softened. "Oh, that makes perfect sense. When you're not actively studying something,
