"Leslie, if you keep staring at me like that, I might just get shy," Juliet chuckled.
Leslie smiled, too. "You look great."
Juliet instantly cradled her cheeks, doing an exaggerated 'maiden pose.' "Seriously? Well, I think you're the pretty one, Leslie."
Leslie's lips curved into a soft smile, dimples faintly peeking through, captivating as always.
Before anyone could react, she'd already picked up the brush.
She stretched her hand out. "Wine."
Juliet quickly passed her a glass.
Leslie took a few sips, then casually set the glass aside and got to work.
Someone nearby chuckled.
"Man, she's really getting into character."
"Right? Let's see what kind of masterpiece she ends up with. If it turns out all weird, that'll be hilarious."
Leslie didn't even blink a
