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,

after being away all day, he handed me a

on," he

raised my brows at

"What for?"

for

put the blindfold

tell from the various scents and sounds that we had wandered outside. Elliot surprised

was putting me down and untying my blindfold. When I adjusted my

all different colors. I gasped at the beauties around me and

Elliot, a crease between my

I asked, my voice

"I figured they were your favorite flowers." I was at a loss for words. My heart swelled with gratitude,

***

submitted my artwork to the Pandora 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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