Chapter 17
Alex’s soulful gaze haunted Chelsea. She couldn’t erase the memory of Alex’s intense smile when he laughed, like it was so rare and precious, so she took brush to canvas. This painting was very different than her others, but the dream of Alex spurred her to keep working.
Every night since she’d told Stefano no until now, she’d tried to make this piece work in time for her show this month. The few weeks without Alex had been torture but preparing for the show kept her busy during the day. Nights? They were the worst.
She’d set up an art studio in her bedroom in Paris, pushing the bed to the far corner, not really caring about anything else other than this painting. She held her phone in one hand as she stared at the canvas. The huge left eye needed fine tuning on his eyelid. “
