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“Always,” I said.
She smiled.“I just can’t believe we’re really going.This is so exciting.”
“Why didn’t you go on your own or with Brooke or something?”
She responded, “When I was in high school and college many of my friends went and invited me, but I didn’t want to go against Brandon’s wishes.He’d always done everything for me.The last thing I wanted to do was go to a place he forbid me to go to.For whatever reason.”
“It’s not that bad,” I told her.
She shrugged.“I know, but still.”
I understood.“Let’s go then.”
She clapped happily.“I’d jump up and down if I could.I’m so happy right now, Colt.Thank you.”
I only grinned.Seeing her this happy after everything that had happened to her made my heart full.“You see these?”she asked, pointing to some figurines she’d put on top of the dresser.I’d never questioned it, wanting her to feel at home.Even if this was Wyatt’s house, this was the guest bedroom and, for now, it was ours.
“What about them?”
She answered, “They’re Brittos.”
“What?”I asked.
“Britto is an artist from Miami.He’s famous.He’s one of the reasons I started loving art so much.He’s seriously talented.Now Britto is actually a way of art.It’s, like, a theme we can have in our bedroom one day.”
“A Britto-themed bedroom?That’s a lot of color.”
“It’s pretty neat, right?”
“It’s pretty something.”
“You don’t like it?”
I couldn’t lie, but I couldn’t very well say no.“I don’t mind it.”
She scoffed and just brushed me off.“Whatever.Maybe you’ll change your mind after today.”Before she turned on her heel she added, “Britto is my favorite by the way.”
“Favorite what?”
“Artist, you dork.”
I kissed the top of her forehead.“Maybe not a bedroom covered in Britto, but maybe a painting or something.”
She looked at me.“Not a painting.Wall art.And I’ve tried, it’s way too expensive.Out of budget.”
“One day,” I insisted.
She shook her head.“I don’t need any of that, Colt.I just need you.”
“I know,” I said, vowing to myself that one day I would get her Britto wall art.Maybe not today, but some day.
Chapter Eighteen
Scarlet
Graffiti art was always something I was fascinated by, and we lived in Miami, for crying out loud.Miami was, in my opinion, the hub for art, dancing, and great food.There was just something so special about graffiti art.It turned monotone, dull buildings into a work of art.And these artists, they put all of themselves into their art.It wasn’t just meaningless spray painting.Every mark told a story, was a symbol of something more.“It’s eye-catching, creative, bold, beautiful,” I explained to Colt why I loved it so much when we got there and started walking the street.
He responded with, “So why didn’t you ever become an artist?You clearly love it.You’re passionate about it.”
