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Chapter 23 - Questioning the Club
~ Daniella ~
I didn’t have the chance to ask Vincent about the secret rooms during our painting session. He was silent as what an artist should be and I was silent just as what a model should be. It was late afternoon when we finished. It took us five hours all in all, but really a worth-it time as the painting product looked beyond a masterpiece. Well, at least that’s what he voiced out when he showed it to me.
He framed it on the spot right after he let me sign my name in the left side, opposite his, and hung it on the Club gallery outside the studio. Right after that, he asked me for another dinner date, but I declined since Suri and I had already made plans to go on another girl bonding time.
Vincent and I parted our ways with me feeling the same as before amidst the kiss he gave me earlier. I wouldn’t want our friendship destroyed just because of a moment of oversight in his part.
Yes, early in the evening, Sur
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