"Sage," I whispered as I finished my signature name on the canvas.I can't help but smile while admiring the bouquet of white roses that I painted. Someday, on my wedding day, I'm going to hold this bouquet of white roses with an attached peach color.My smile widened with that thought. I even glanced at the painted off-shoulder wedding gown, as well as an elegant white-gold stiletto."Good job, Sage," I praised myself before running to the windows and taking a secret glance at Andres, who was busy pulling weeds.I pouted a little and stared at him, who looked savagely handsome under the hot sun. And even if he stood too far, I can imagine how his sinful sweat traveled from his forehead down to his sexy neck.My lips formed a smirk with his image in my mind. But then, my reverie faded as I parted my lips upon seeing the entrace of the grey Montero sport into our white high gate.I swallowed an invisible lump, and I don't know why I am suddenly nervous. I automatically hid behind the
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