As the sun bathed the studio in gold, Nerissa painted, lost in her world, until a quiet sound made her turn. Seeing her betrothed behind her, she blushed and clutched her brush “I didn’t realize I had an audience,” she murmured “It’s just a pastime, but if you find it improper, I’ll stop.” Her green eyes met his, uncertain, as her words hung in the air
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