Lianne was, for once, at a complete loss for words.
At this moment, the name "Cameron Lianne" was like a magnifying glass; its mere mention infinitely amplified her awkwardness and anxiety.
"When I came in, I saw you have a cello here. Do you play the cello too?" Lianne did her best to find her voice. She wasn't good at handling close relationships, and she certainly didn't know how to act around the mother she was meeting for the first time. Her tone was suppressed, respectful yet distant.
Talia Kensington turned her head to look at the cello forgotten in the corner. "I haven't touched it in over a decade. I used to play often when I was young, but I stopped after I went abroad."
