JULIA
I knew it was a bad idea to agree with what he had said. But then again, he made such an intriguing point—we didn't have to see each other after this project.
Somehow, that made my heart hurt.
Don't get me wrong. It wasn't because of me.
Yes, truly. You can even subject me to a lie detector!
It was because of Andy—my sweet, precious Andy who wanted nothing for his birthday except to meet his bastard of a father.
We were alone now, with no other person to interrupt the moment. Was this a good time to ask him to come to Andy's birthday?
"You're not looking at me again," he said, causing me to snap out of my thoughts.
I lifted my head before turning to the canvas, seeing the painting of his face come together. I had been here for around half an hour, and I was already nearly done with his face.
I glanced back and forth between the painting and Evan, not being able to hold back my smile. It looked like him—very much so.
I didn't realize I was staring at it for so long. I o
