Swiping my pen across my tablet, I finished up the drawing that I had been doing of Laila while traveling to Italy. Especially after the fight last night, I hadn’t dared to ask for my tablet because I didn’t want to set Constantino off. But thankfully, he had kept his promise, and one of his men had brought it to me a couple of hours ago.
My lips curled into an easy smile as I colored in her dark brown hair.
I hadn’t ever drawn anyone from my real life before her, and while I usually didn’t love my first drafts, this was … pretty f*****g amazing. I really wanted to show Laila how beautiful it was—she was—because when she was with Bethany, I knew she didn’t feel that way.
Once I finished up her hair, I placed my tablet down and munched on some homemade chocolate chip cookies that I had m
