Chapter Five
For the third time that day, Ivo was shocked. Well, shocked isn’t exactly the right word, he thought. Staggered. Humbled. Enrapt. Sofia’s sketches were astonishing – the depth of detail, especially in the portraits, was incredible, but more than just technically brilliant, they were the most insightful pieces he had seen in a long time. When he saw the as-yet-unfinished portrait of himself, his heart twisted. She had captured him entirely. The look in his eyes was exactly how he felt when he looked at her – there was something so affirming about someone, especially someone who he loved – seeing inside him so deeply, so truthfully. He felt his eyes pickle and he gave a short laugh. “Sofia…my god.”
“Do you like it?” Sofia was gazing at him, eyes wide with anxiety.
“Like? Ther
