Soar With Me (✔️)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

Evelyn

My mother had a love for art. She loved colors and designs more than anything in the world. It was her one true passion, however, she left it behind to get a good job after my grandparents pressured her. But the talent didn't leave her body. It swam in her veins and no one could take it away from her.

Luckily she passed it down to me. I felt like we shared a connection that even the unknown world couldn't break. She wasn't alive, but she lived through me. And somehow that was enough.

When I was young, Mom made Michael and I paint our house with her. She said, "An artist can paint on anything. They don't need a canvas to bleed their thoughts and ideas. They just need an outlet. And that can be anything." While I thought she sounded absurd at that moment, years later I understood what she meant.

Art is a medium of expression. And it can be anywhere or in any way.

Mom taught us how to paint walls, furniture, and other stuff so we could someday do it. Make a house our home. Make something our art.

"No, you didn't miss anything," Yasmine says and Connor gives her a winning smile.

"I'm glad." The smile changes into a pleasing smirk as he looks at her.

"Do you know how to paint Mr. Lane?" My question draws his heated gaze toward me.

"I don't, but Ren said you'll teach us so I'm here as a student." Striding towards me in confidence, he holds out his hand for me to shake. "And please call me Connor. Not even my parrot calls me Mr. Lane." His twinkling blue-green eyes dance with friendliness.

"Sure Connor. It's nice to see you again." I take his hand and he gives it a little squeeze.

"Likewise, Evelyn. Can I call you that?" Connor teases playfully.

"Yeah." Letting go of my hand he gives me a smile.

"Can I have a word with you, Connor ?" Warren interrupts with a razor-sharp edge to his voice.

"Coming boss." He spins on his toes and joins Warren, who is now glaring at him.

"Connor is so sweet right?" Yasmine gushes like a teenager as she and Ivan gather around me.

"Charming would be the right word, Mimi," Ivan says.

"I'm not a lamb." He shrugs with a roll of his eyes.

"Your name can't be shortened into anything. Until I come up with a new name, Mimi it is." Yasmine heaves in frustration but doesn't argue.

"Why are these two here? First Warren and now him. I don't have a problem with Connor. But Warren, ugh! We should send him away somehow." I mutter while folding my arms.

"Oh, he isn't going anywhere. He came here for you." Yasmine smirks mischievously.

"I want him gone too. In fact, I will find a way. Don't worry," Ivan says.

Finally, someone who shares the same view as me.

"What? Why?" Yasmine asks and Ivan and I both shoot her a disapproving look.

"Not her favorite ex, Mimi." I roll my eyes.

"Okay. You have to tell me about him. If that's okay with you, of course." Clasping her shoulder I squeeze it.

"One night with wine and I'll tell you two everything."

Connor slips into the same effortless style as Warren. Standing next to each other they're that hot duo that sets the hearts of countless women on fire. Tall. Stunning. Rich. They're the dream of every bachelor.