Freya Bleaufort was standing a few paces away, holding a silver tray with two glasses of fresh fruit juice.
Amelia turned around in surprise "A-Aunty! It's not, He was just- I slipped and-"
Freya raised her hand to her mouth, trying to hide her smile "I see. Another 'accident,' was it."
She walked closer and set the tray down on a nearby stone bench.
"Young man, I must say... you have very interesting methods of assisting a lady. First on the balcony, now in the garden. Should I start keeping count?"
Brandon let out a soft sigh "It really was an accident. She slipped. I was just trying to catch her."
Amelia crossed her arms tightly over her chest, still glaring at him, "You keep saying that, but your hands seem to have a mind of their own!"
"How the hell is it happening again and again!"
Freya laughed softly "Come now, Amelia. Give the poor man a break. He did catch you before you fell. Even if his method was... creative."
