Braelyn's POV
Stock market that was what they were meant to get. All the choice were selected based on the work environment.
Lucien's eyes stayed fixed on Amelia with that same unreadable, almost bored expression while she flailed through her gestures.
At first she tried to remain elegant about it. She pointed upward, then scribbled in the air, then mimed numbers with her fingers. Her movements were restrained, stiff from the tight evening dress that clearly was not designed for charades. The slit barely allowed her to step properly, let alone act anything out.
"Time is running, sir, please guess," the host encouraged lightly as time went back. I could hold back my smile as I watched. Lucien was a natural asshole.
Lucien tilted his head as if genuinely thinking. "Cooking?" he said flatly. A ripple of laughter burst from the audience. That was completely absurd. My eyes twitched now I was feeling sorry for Amelia..
Her face turned red. On second thought I take that back.
