Isabella POVAdrian stood in front of my painting, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. He took his time with each piece, studying the colors and details beneath the bright art lights as though he wanted to understand every thought behind my work.We’d left our dinner in the middle of the room, the wine bottle nearly empty because we both shared a love for good wine. “I really like this one,” he said, tilting his head slightly as he studied the painting.I moved closer and stood beside him, my shoulder almost brushing against his arm. “You said that about the other one.”“Because I meant it.” He smiled before moving to the left, where another painting caught his attention.It was an image of a vase filled with delicate pink flowers, sitting on the counter of Victoria’s shop.Behind it were scattered tools, wide windows, and arrangements of flowers waiting to be sold. The vase was the focal point, but the painting was really about the flower shop itself, capturing the busy atmos
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