CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
I couldn’t shake the look in that imperious eye as I returned to my home with my prized sketch in hand. Arian greeted me with a smile but one look at my face made her good humor falter.
“Is something the matter?” she asked me.
I shook my head. “Not really. I just couldn’t find anything god-I mean, good to draw.”
Her eyes twinkled with a knowing light but she nodded. “What a pity.”
I leaned back and looked her over. “Why don’t I try drawing you?”
Her eyes widened and she blinked at me. “Me? Why would you want to do that?”
I smiled and shrugged. “Why not? You’re very pretty. Even better looking than Lady Bidao.”
Arian blushed and lowered her face. “You praise me too highly, Lady-”
“Un-huh,” I playfully warned her.
“Anna,” she finished.
I set a hand
