Chapter 70

Celestine's POV

Lorenzo found a sketchbook and some pencils somewhere in this house and now he has taken it upon himself to draw me in every task I'm performing.

Right now, I'm reading a book and Lorenzo is seated on the floor with his sketchbook propped on the edge of the bed. He looks at me and then at his sketchbook severe times and now, I'm starting to get curious.

"Can I see it now?" I ask, stretching my neck forward to peep at the drawing. For some reason, he says I'm not allowed to see it until he's done.

"No." He shuts the book quickly. "Scoot back." He makes a shooing gesture with his hand while glaring at me.

Rolling my eyes, I lean back on the bed headboard, flipping to the next page of the book I'm reading.

My stomach grumbles and I clutch it, shutting my book closed. "Lorenzo, I'm hungry," I whine.

Lorenzo looks up from his sketchbook, the end of his pencil between his teeth. "What would you like to eat?" He uses the pencil as a page marker and closes the sketchbook, set