CHAPTER 32
NATALIA
I watched Elizabeth as she debated within herself.
“Okay,” She finally agreed and I withheld my victory fist pump. “Get that easel and set it up in the corner for me, please.” She whispered.
I’d never been to a sleepover when I was younger. Any “sleepovers” that I attended were usually cover ups to spend the night over at Bryce’s. This was my first, honest-to-goodness, no booze, clubs, or s*x-involved sleepover. I helped Elizabeth set up her painting station and watched her open the tubes of paint with her teeth. She’d shown me her stash of chocolate and I bit into a bar now.
“You mind putting on some music?” She asked as I savored the rich, gooey flavor of the chocolate.
“Sure.” I fiddled with her Bluetooth speaker. “Did you bring my phone?” I asked. Our whisperin
