Amelie lowered the phone slowly as the call ended. The click of the door caught her attention, and she turned just as Gabriel stepped in, toweling his damp hair.
"Who were you talking to?" he asked, draping the towel over a chair.
"Kate," Amelie answered.
Gabriel moved to the cupboard, pulling out a loose white shirt and slipping it on. "How is she?" he asked, fastening the buttons. His gaze flicked toward Amelie, noticing the worry etched on her face. "What did she say? You look troubled."
Amelie hesitated before admitting, "She told me… she likes Karmen. I suggested she make an effort if she truly wants him to notice her."
Closing the cupboard door with a firm push, Gabriel turned fully to face her. "Amelie, don't give her ideas. If anything goes wrong, she'll put the blame on you."
