Chapter 107

Savana's POV I also explained to Enzo, the same words as what I told the old man. I gave him the same explanation about the heart that I painted on the canvas. Enzo nodded, a small smile tugging on his face in response to my words. My cheeks flushed with delight at his approval, and I hid my face behind the folder. ‘‘Wow!'' he exclaimed ecstatically. ‘‘I can understand where you're coming from. In fact, I really like it…'' ‘‘Thank you…'' I said, choking down my unprofessional insecurities. Now that someone was telling me how good I was, I wanted to explain to them why my paintings were wrong. The lines were bad, as if the paint had come off. But I had to put a stop to it. I had to stay calm because, even though I knew Enzo, it was still his job to check on my work. Enzo gently yanked the portfolio from my clutches, and I nearly ripped a corner off by gripping it too tightly. Against my will, the attractive man in front of me began removing my work from the folder and displaying