“See man, I told you. It’s you,” Evelina and the two women heard a male voice say behind them and they all turned.
Standing right at the entrance to Evelina’s space was her muse and a man slapping him on the back and pointing at the painting. His hair was more slicked back and professional looking today, but it was definitely him.
“It is me,” Andrew said, quietly.
Evelina brushed past Janice and Emil...
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