Rosie White, an Art History student working to achieve her life goal of becoming a sought-after local artist. She pours her heart and soul into her art and dreams of falling in love. After Rosie lost her grandma, and with no parents in sight, she se...
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Throughout the afternoon, I can tell Rosie is worried about what the detective is going to say tomorrow. It's like I've snapped her from her happy daze she woke up in, and I hate myself for that.
He didn't tell me anything apart from the fact there had been developments in the case. I glance over at the supplies we picked up this morning from the shop, all the painting supplies and easels sitting near the door where my driver placed them.
Rosie hasn't moved from where she perched herself on the sofa when we got back. She's buried herself in her laptop, working on assignments for university. I hate that she doesn't feel like she can paint, she doesn't have the excitement in her that she did earlier on when we got to the shop.
I make my way out of the kitchen and towards my office, I dial Brandon's number as I take a seat.
I spend the rest of the afternoon catching up with Brandon and Michael, making sure the club is running alright and responding to emails I've missed over the last few days.
I delete the number of emails from my father, shaking my head at the thought of him still trying to get in contact with me regarding the takeover.
By the time I'm finishing up, my stomach is grumbling with the need for food. I bet Rosie must be hungry as well.
I make my way to the kitchen, stopping by the bedroom on the way to change into some comfy sweats and tee, when I step through into the kitchen, Rosie's lying on the sofa, the laptop forgotten on the coffee table.
I make my way towards her, the closer I get, I realise she's asleep. I bend down beside her and stroke a finger down her cheek. She stirs but remains dozing, mumbling something with her lips slightly parted. She's the most beautiful sight.
I lean down and place a kiss onto her cheek before draping the throw over her. I ditch dinner for the time being and make my way towards the art supplies laying by the elevator. I look around the room, trying to work out where would get the best natural lighting.
After silently shuffling some furniture around, I set up her easels, canvases and paint supplies neatly by the windows. I found an old sheet I've used for painting rooms before and place it on the floor under the main larger easel.
Once finished, I make my way over to the kitchen area and search through the fridge for dinner.
I'm boiling the spaghetti when I hear light footsteps across the floor. I feel her a few seconds later, her arms coming around my waist as her head settles on my back.
"You didn't have to set up my supplies, but thank you," She whispers.
I turn around, pulling her front around to my front, "If the lighting isn't good there, just move it wherever is best."
She smiles up at me, "Thank you."
"Hungry?" I ask, leaning down and stealing a quick kiss.
Just as Rosie opens her mouth to reply, her stomach replies for her.
