31
IVY
“Come on, you gotta see this.” Priscilla’s mouth twitched with amusement.
“Why?” I questioned as she led me to the art gallery. I dug my heels in. “The auction is over. Let’s go get a drink. It’s been a really long day.”
“Trust me, you won’t regret it,” she tugged my sleeve and pulled me into the studio. “Gigi rounded up all the daddies and told them what was happening. Before she did, she ordered the littles to start a bidding war.”
“A bidding war?” I echoed, foolishly.
“First, Gracie told Jax that Roxy’s daddy paid five hundred dollars for her coloring book art, and it just took off from there. Then Josie got six hundred dollars for the unicorn she drew, and when I left, another one bid over nine hundred for his ‘Little Bunny’s’ masterpiece.”
“A thousand dollars for crayon
