“I made it.” Amy felt a flush blossom on her cheeks. Lady Kendra’s mouth dropped open in surprise. Lord Greystone’s startled gaze swung to Amy, over to her father, who nodded proudly, then back to Amy. “I don’t believe it. You’re—” “A woman?” She heard the challenge in her own voice. His grin was a bit sheepish. “However did you learn to make something like this?”
