Chapter Thirty-Two
Sofia put down her sketchbook and sighed. She had been trying to work out some ideas for their guest bedroom for a week now but couldn’t decide whether to skew more to the masculine or feminine side in décor.
Such problems, she grinned to herself and got up to make herself some tea.
They had moved in at the weekend, the apartment only half-decorated but they were so eager to be there, they didn’t care about the boxes and paint and mess.
Despite their plans, Sofia had decided she wanted to do it all herself – after all she was an artist.
Ivo had been busy seeking out new talent in the art schools – moaning that he still couldn’t find anyone to compare to her – and helping out with the decorating in the evenings while Sofia worked on her canvases.
In two weeks, she w
