Greta’s POV
I walked into Demien's studio looking from one wall to the other. I was excited to be in there. I had sat in his room at home once or twice watching him work but he had never brought me to his studio.
“This place is huge,” I said without mincing words. I knew that Demein was a renowned painter and his work was loved by everyone but I never imagined that his studio was that big.
“You like it?” Demien asked coming to stand behind me. His breath fanned my nape and I felt goose bumps at his closeness.
“Yes, I love it,” I said then started moving around to walk away from him.
I got to a portrait and stopped. It was a painting of a water fall with beautiful butterflies all around it. A girl was standing looking at the waterfall fall but it was her back view that was in the pa
