“You certainly accomplished that,” she said, shaking her head still laughing.
“And Enzo was okay with this?” She asked, eyeing me carefully.
“I wouldn’t have done this without his permission,” I lied again; I hated lying but she couldn’t know the truth.
“I’ve just known him for a while and he’s never been the type to model for a painting,” she said thoughtfully.
This made me frown even more; how well did she know him exactly?
I kind of wanted to ask, but I didn’t find that to be appropriate.
Would Enzo tell me if I asked him?
“But anyways, I wanted to nominate this painting to be chosen for the Higala art show next week,” she said, a wide smile on her face. “I think it has a real shot at winning.”
“Seriously?” I asked, my eyes wide and alarmed.
“Yes,” she chuckled. “You d
