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Rowan still insisted, "I definitely want to see your work."

Amara glanced at him, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Well, you are not bad yourself at painting."

Rowan's curiosity was piqued. "When did you see my work?"

"At your grandma's birthday, remember? You gifted her the portrait you painted yourself," Amara said softly.

"Oh, right," Rowan said, the memory coming back to him