A knot formed in the pit of my stomach.

"I apologize..." I said.

"Were your achievements at the auction just a fluke then? Are you incapable of repainting that portrait?"

"Sir, I-"

"I expect better from my exclusive painters," he scolded, and then he hung up before I could say another word.

I looked at Rebecca who was staring at me with raised brows.

"Why would you turn down the offer?" She asked, curiously.

"I made a promise to Elliot," I told her. "I can't go back on my word."

"Maybe you should speak with him about it.

Picking up on my mood change, Rebecca changed the

Elliot returned to the palace after being away all day, he handed me a red

this on,"

my brows at his

"What for?"

for you," he told

I put the blindfold

tell from the various scents and sounds that we had wandered outside. Elliot surprised me by lifting me into his arms and carrying me the rest

blindfold. When I adjusted my eyes to the

greenhouse and surrounded by roses of all different colors. I gasped at the beauties around me and then I

Elliot, a crease between my brows and tears in

asked, my

hands in his front pockets almost sheepishly. "I figured they were your favorite flowers." I was at a loss for words. My heart swelled

***

Bloom gallery. However, my paintings were returned to me the following day. One of the workers at the gallery informed me that my paintings did not fit the theme and was told to

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