A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 330

“Alright.” Ivan’s voice rose a little, sounding genuinely happy.

Alessia smiled, the corners of her lips curling upward. She chatted with him for a few more moments before ending the call.

Saturday arrived. Alessia showed up right on time at the Mortons‘ to pick them up. After stepping inside and greeting Karen, she made her way to Ivan’s bedroom and knocked gently on the door.

To her surprise, it was York who opened it.

“Alessia!” The little guy was practically bouncing with excitement, sporting a jaunty beret that made him look every bit the young artist.

“What brings you here so early?” she asked, amused.

“I’m going to the exhibition too,” he replied, grinning.

“And where’s Ivan?”

“Right here.” Ivan’s voice came from behind York; he looked freshly washed, his hair still a bit damp.

“Here, this is the newest catalog for you.” Ivan blinked in surprise, hugging the glossy booklet to his chest, clearly delighted.

go. If you’re both

door. One was lively, the other quiet, but together they made

crowd, Alessia reminded Ivan to keep

scowled at the suggestion but didn’t protest. He gripped Ivan’s hand tightly as they

to call and ask where you’d gotten to.” Eddie spotted them and walked over,

He’ll be

you,” Alessia greeted him, offering her hand in

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this is Ivan–the artist behind

work!” Dale’s enthusiasm was almost overwhelming. He was a large man, his thick

shy, stepping back

line and color is extraordinary. There’s a sense of rebirth in his work; it’s incredibly moving. Hard to believe a child of eight painted this! I saw the portfolio that

contain his excitement, his words tumbled out. But York didn’t miss a

translated everything to Ivan.

lips, and reached out to pat York

family had always prioritized education, and at Berlington Elementary, students‘ courses were tailored to their individual strengths. That York could keep up like this