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Fleur De Lis
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A Sketch Away From Perfect Middle of the Night Call
*Damien*Harper’s waiting outside the studio when I pull up. The light from the streetlamp halos her hair, making her look like a goddamn angel. Her arms are bare despite the evening chill, and she’s tucking a strand of strawberry-blonde behind her ear in a delicate, almost unconscious motion that drives me wild.I step out of the car before the driver can get to it and round the front.“You’ll spoil me,” she says as I open the door for her.I lean in slightly, just close enough to breathe her in. “Darling, I intend to.”She laughs, and I don’t miss the blush that sprinkles her cheeks.Inside the car, she settles beside me, tucking her legs to the side and nuzzling against me. Her fingers rest lightly on the edge of her clutch, and when she glances at me, her eyes are full of warmth.“The flowers were beautiful,” she says softly. “Thank you.”“I thought about sending you a pair of Cartier earrings, but the irises seemed more appropriate.”Her lips curve. “Because I hate jewelry?” she
A Sketch Away From Perfect Fleur De Lis
*Harper*The baby shower is basically perfect, if I do say so myself. Tomas and I did an amazing job transforming the art studio into an explosion of pastel pinks and blues. Melody decided to wait until the birth to find out the sex of the baby, so we made sure to balance both.Melody, despite being eight months pregnant and visibly exhausted, is glowing. Her cheeks are flushed as she smiles at the many people who’ve come to wish her well… the same people who make sure to tell me how everything looks.I can’t help but beam and text Tomas to thank him for helping me string pastel garlands and assemble handmade paper flowers to decorate the long buffet table. Damien came through with a contact who would do the food as a personal favor. There’s a ridiculous tower of tiny sandwiches, platters of charcuterie arranged in the shape of a heart, and even a mimosa bar, though Melody’s glass is filled with sparkling apple cider and garnished with three strawberries and a paper umbrella.It shoul
A Sketch Away From Perfect Difficult News
*Tomas*Harper’s on edge today, and I can’t figure out why. It’s just there, in the subtle shift in her energy and the way her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She seems distracted, and even a little distant. There’s definitely something on her mind, and she isn’t letting me in. That isn’t like her, and it has me worried.“You look beautiful,” I murmur as I finish clasping the necklace she chose for the baby shower. It’s a delicate gold thing with a tiny opal pendant that rests just below her collarbone. My clumsy fingers could hardly work the clasp, but she asked me to help anyway. She was too jittery to do it herself.“Thank you,” she says, her voice light but somehow off.I watch her in the mirror, unsure whether to press it or to leave it alone. She smooths her dress over her hips, then adjusts the sleeves. She’s fidgety, picking and pulling like she can’t make it fit just right.The shower is all set up, and our dinner reservation isn’t for another hour, but she’s been ready f
A Sketch Away From Perfect Homecoming
*Rafe*I immediately spot Harper through the wall of bodies at the baggage claim. Her hair is pulled back in that messy knot she always does when she’s not trying too hard, and her smile is radiant. My chest goes warm immediately. I’m home.Harper begins frantically waving the moment our eyes meet. She’s wearing jeans and a navy hoodie that says “Minneapolis Art Girls” across the front in cracked white letters. I already know there are probably specks of paint all over it. I grab the strap of my carry-on tighter and weave through the crowd to get to my little artist.“Hey, superstar,” she teases as I get close, grinning up at me. “Catch any touchdowns lately?”I lean in and kiss her before I say a word. Her mouth is soft and warm and familiar. She tastes like cinnamon gum and vanilla lip balm, a specific combination of hers that always makes me a little weak. I linger on her lips, giving her all the passion I’ve been saving up since she last visited.“Hi,” I say simply when we break a
A Sketch Away From Perfect Three to Go
*Harper*I reread the email on my screen three times, trying to make sense of the offer from École des Beaux-Arts in Paris. As much as I want to immediately text all the guys and get their input, I force myself to wait, trying to take it all in and process it before I talk to any of them.It should be an easy yes. It’s what I’ve always wanted–the chance to live abroad, to teach, to immerse myself in a city that practically breathes art. But there’s no such thing as easy when my heart belongs to four different men, and all of them are here.When I’ve fully taken it in, the first person I want to talk about it with is Rafe. I already know he’ll be supportive. He always is. But after all the years I’ve known him, I’ve come to truly value what he thinks and feels. I hit call and press the phone to my ear, my nerves fluttering in my chest.“Hey, baby,” he answers, his voice lazy and warm. “Miss me already?”I smile. “Always.”“What’s up?”I pull a blanket over my legs and curl deeper into
A Sketch Away From Perfect She Has to Chose
*Harper*The studio is packed, with dozens of people filtering in and out, drinking champagne, admiring the work, and talking in hushed tones. McKenzy stands beside me, her eyes wide as she watches a well-dressed couple argue over who gets to buy one of her handmade pieces. Across the room, a small cluster of critics and collectors linger in front of one of my paintings, nodding thoughtfully. I feel like I might burst into a thousand bright, brilliant colors all over one of my canvases. After weeks of planning and stressing, we’re watching our dreams come true in real time.Damien, true to his word, has invited half the city… the important half, at that, the art world elite, the socialites, the people with bottomless bank accounts and a thirst for status are walking around our space, bidding for our work. I exhale, trying to ground myself, but McKenzy grabs my arm, squeezing hard.“Harper,” she whispers, “Michael Fucking Vernon is here.”I blink at her, confused for half a second bef
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