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"So now that my overbearing mother left how do you really feel about my paintings?" I asked even tho I didn't care but it was better than to sit in an uncomfortable silence. "As I said, I'm impressed by your exquisite eye. You certainly know how to capture the essence of your subjects." Did I truly possess that kind of a gift, I always thought I was simply transferring my surroundings on a piece of blank canvas."Thank you, I never quite saw it that way," I say as I take the paintings from his hands and set them aside. "Painting has always been a hobby of mine. Dad used to say I was holding a brush before I could even walk." Why am I sharing this information with a person I just met, I have no idea. But I just want to talk about something, anything, to keep my mind occupied."People always assume artists use art as a way to escape reality. But it's not about the escape, it's about capturing a moment. Living, and leaving a trace." Lorenzo says as he leans back in the chair and looks ou
I didn't take long to figure out what I wanted to wear for tonight, there was no one I wanted nor needed to impress so it took all of the pressure off, at least for me. I liked this yellow dress and the design screen of Marilyn Monroe's flowy dress with a modern touch. "Are you sure you dont want change?" Mom asked while I was trying to put on my earrings. "How about that purple dress we got on our last shopping trip, it would look so lovely on you." "Mom, for the last time I'm not changing. Besides, that purple dress is not suitable for an event like the art exhibition." Now that dress being bodycon and fitted in just the right spots was screaming hot date, something this was not. I make sure that the hair clip stays secure on my head and grab my clutch bag. "Fine, but at least tell me... do you find him attractive?" My God, please no. But I know better than to think a prayer would work that fast. "Mom, please dont make this into something that it's not. This is not a date, nor do
"Are you having a good time?" Enzo asks as he rejoins me with two glasses of champagne. "Yes, everything is amazing. The paintings are wonderful, the stories transport you to a different place and yet they ground you at the same time. Nothing I can create could ever compete with this." "Dont says that, dont compare. Especially not when you haven't even tried, you have the potential to become something big. Trust me." Is funny that a complete stranger can have so much faith in me when all he saw was two pictures I didn't even select with care. "I'm not sure, mostly because I already made peace with having my art stored in the back of my closet and never seeing the light of the day." Except for the few that hang in Mrs. Hendrics room."Why dont you let me have some of your paintings, we dont have to put your name on them right away if you dont want to. That way you can see how the public reacts without having to expose yourself." "I dont know, Enzo." I look around the boat at the peo
Adam's POVSasha may be my best friend in the world, we know each other front and back and there are secrets between us that no one else knows, but when it comes to love there is where he draws the line. He closed that door years ago and even trying to talk about it with him is impossible without him making it into a joke. That's why when I mention Autumn to him and the impression she left on me he was everything but understanding.But there is another person who is always there when I need someone to listen to me. Alex. She has a way of putting my mind at ease, with her everything is easier. That's why I dont doubt even for a second to call her as soon as I get home and sit down. It is late, but there have been times when I would ring her after midnight and she would still answer with her voice half asleep.Yet this time the phone rings and no one picks up. This could be the first time in our history that we know each other that she hasn't picked up a call. I stared at the screen to s
I arrived at the prestige party but instead of taking my assigned seat I grabbed a glass of wine and walked the room, mainly to avoid uncomfortable conversations with my mother's friends who were perfectly aware of my relationship status. I pretended to admire the artwork on the walls and did my best to avoid making eye contact with pretty much anyone who wasn't a waiter mainly to exchange the empty glass for a full one. But that wasn't enough for one very persistent lady who was seemingly breaking through the crowd to get to me so while there was still time I managed to escape into the hallway, I looked back to make sure I lost her I felt someone bump into me spilling a drink all over my gray suit. "I'm so sorry." She says as she looks around when I recognize, first her voice, then her face. "Autumn. Autumn James." Autumn turns around to look at me and I am not sure if she remembers meeting me in the hospital. Frankly, I'm supriest to have found here here of all places. "You don't
..."What, just because now you learned that Anthony comes from a wealthy family you're willing to offer him your hand? He is still the same man I brought home to you, a simple man who wants to open his way in life by following his morals and heart and not pawing the path with his family money, or last name. So no, I won't let my husband shake your hand because you're not worthy of taking it." There was so much I didn't understand about what was happening but somehow being in the middle of this family drama made me appreciate my parents so much more, especially after seeing everything Summer had to deal with. "What is she doing here, from what I understood she's no longer your brother's girlfriend?" Gregory directs himself toward Autumn, giving her a cold stare over his shoulder. "She's my family, the family I chose to have with me on an important day in my life. If you don't like her presence the door of this house is pretty big and you can leave at once." Summer had a clear on whos
... "Take a sit, can I offer you something to drink?" Autumn asked as she left her coat and bag by the door while the bodyguard went upstairs. "No, thank you I'm alright," I say as I sit down on the couch as she joins me, she stares at me wide-eyed, pressing her lips together almost nervous waiting for me to speak. "I'm sorry I just find it strange you wanted to talk to me when we don't even know each other." "I don't even know where to start." I scratch my forehead while trying to find the right words to begin. "I find it easier to start from the beginning." She says and I smile briefly before the seriousness of the situation erases the smile off my face and exchanges it with a stiff one. "Then I guess I should start thirty years ago when your mother left your father without telling him she was pregnant with you." Now it was her face that went stiff for a moment before her eyebrows lifted and her mouth slightly parted. "What are you saying? Where is this coming from?" Au
Alex's POV I woke up and reached for my phone to turn off my alarm and threw it under my pillow to allow myself an extra five minutes of sleep. It's only when I feel the warmth of the sun on my face that I slowly open my eyes and stare into the seeling before finally managing to sit up. Ever since I allowed Enzo to take my painting for the exhibition he is having soon I've been full of tension to the point I almost backed down yet Enzo wouldn't allow it. He believes in my work, he believes in me. I drag my hand under the pillow and pull out my phone. Adam called. I didn't hear it yesterday but I'm not sure if I would have answered even if I did. Distance is good, out of sight out of mind. It's moments like this that hurt when the mention of him comes out of the blue and it feels like getting punched into the stomach so hard that all air escapes your lungs. "Alex!" Sasha says as he knocks on the door at the same time he opens them. "Sasha, opening the door and then knocking def