Chapter 11

About two hours later, Seraphina found herself back at Leandro’s front door.

From the entrance, she could see the garage, and Leandro’s car seemed to be missing. Just as she was about to ring the doorbell, the door suddenly swung open from the inside.

Karan was slinging a big bag over her shoulder, yelling back into the house as she stepped out, “You stay put, no running around, got it? Your dad will be home tonight!”

Mid–sentence, she turned her head and saw Seraphina standing at the doorway, looking taken aback and then annoyed, “Didn’t you already take off? Why are you back here?”

“Karan, I think I left something here, so I came back,” Seraphina replied with a smile, then glanced at Karan’s bag. “You heading out?”

Karan grimaced, adjusting her bag and grunting in response.

Seraphina hesitated for a moment before asking, “Can I go in and look for my stuff?”

Looking like she was pressed for time, Karan shot her an irritable glance, “Just go in and find whatever you need, and leave as soon as possible! And don’t go chattering with Valerio, gol it?”

Seraphina nodded promptly, “Alright, got it. Take care, Karan!”

With that, Karan hurried off, looking like she was indeed in a rush.

spotted Valerio sitting at the table, working on a pile of art

smile, but he quickly looked down

down in no time. Despite having spent the night here, her recorder had always been in her

But how would he react when he saw her in

her but seemed to sense her approaching, his sketching grew even

as she picked up the

album with the help of their parents, featuring a

the family portrait four identical stick figures, big heads atop

Bruce, Gloria, Leandro, and Valerio himself. But it seemed like a crucial person was missing. However, the rough sketching didn’t seem

Valerio’s sketching became

can help you with this assignment,” Seraphina sighed, “You’re one lucky kid. I haven’t drawn for seven years, and now I’m picking up

Bruce and Gloria. When it came to

of Bruce and Gloria for a moment before accepting the pencil from her and copying her style to draw Leandro. Despite his lack of drawing skills, his sketch, although crude,

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resembled Leandro.

her gaze and pointed to the last empty spot on the paper, “Now it’s time

the pencil, his brows furrowed in deep thought, but he

this, Seraphina took the pencil from him, “Let me help you.”

little boy in front of her. Valerio was truly beautiful, with flawless skin, dark hair, and bright, clear eyes. He looked a lot

to sketch with her long eyelashes casting a shadow on her cheeks.

why are you so quiet? Girls your age aren’t

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