![]() ![]() “Okay.” He seemed momentarily placated by that. “She’ll be back tomorrow, and until then you can spend time with me.” Until now, the only person he had thrown a fit over leaving him had been her. ![]() His face fell, bottom lip trembling, and Camila recognized the beginning of a tantrum. She was glad that Emily’s charm had not worn off. “My, my, you have been busy, haven’t you? Have you enjoyed yourself today?”Ĭamila chuckled. “What else have you drawn today?” Jaime pointed to previous pages showing stick figures of what must be the three of them. “And you did wonderful coloring, sweetheart.” She kissed the top of his head, and he beamed. “It’s fine, Emily.” In fact, the drawing was flattering, highlighting her cheekbones and her piercing eyes, and if that was how Emily saw her… Well, it was nice to be admired by someone so young and beautiful herself. ![]() Emily was hovering across from her desk but refusing to meet her gaze. He asked me to draw you and I… Well, he can be very persuasive.”Ĭamila glanced up. Emily must have finished it quickly, but it was still detailed, a beautiful depiction of Camila as she sat behind her desk, glasses on the edge of her nose, eyes focused on her computer screen. Jaime had colored in the sketch using a mishmash of his favorite colors, but the sketch itself was done by a more expert hand.Īnd it was… Well, it was a sketch of her. ![]()
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