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“Isn’t that a good way to learn?”
“It’s not a good way to enjoy,” he said. “What do you feel?”
I shrugged. “I guess I don’t feel a lot. But that may be what I’m familiar with.” Or my life in general.
“Okay, then what can you pick out in this piece?” he asked.
I studied it again. “I guess I see a person dancing.”
Graff’s eyes roamed over the red lines, and he nodded contemplatively. “Yeah. I can definitely see that.”
“You didn’t see it before?”
“Like I said, some pieces speak to me. Others, I only see what I would do differently.”
His reaction made me genuinely curious now. “Such as?”
“I wouldn’t have used that red or would’ve made the hole here”—he pointed—“a little larger.”
I snorted, a laugh bubbling out of me. It was unladylike, and I didn’t mean to laugh at him, but he took it well, laughing too.
“What is it?”
“You sound like me,” I said through giggles. “Tough to impress.”
He shook his head, red tinting his cheeks. “That’s not true. I saw how you were enthralled with my bike up at the canyon when you thought none of us were watching.”
“Oh, really?” I scoffed. “And you think you know me sooo well?”
Graff frowned, and then he worked his jaw like he should say something but didn’t know what.
Maybe I should say something. I had cut him to the bone, and I hadn’t meant it. Not really. I was just so accustomed to cutting people off when they thought they already knew me. They always think they know what they should expect from a Mafia princess.
A rich bitch.
A slut.
Just like Sas had accused me of being.
“Is it so bad for people to know you, Adelina?” He picked up my hand again, and I let go of the breath I’d been holding.
I hadn’t realized how much I was waiting for him to say something, but the walls I’d been building wouldn’t fall so easily. “It can be.”
He continued, “I think I’m starting to understand you, but I’d like to know more.”
I nearly barked “why?” because why would anyone in the MC want to know me? I wasn’t anything more than a burden, thanks to my heartless father.
“Okay.” I stood straighter.
Graff stiffened, like he knew I was about to do something ridiculous. Maybe he did understand me. What I did next might’ve been dangerous, but I took off anyway.
Running between the sculptures, I was acting like the child they seemed to think I was. They wanted a brat; I would give them one. What I didn’t expect was to feel so free with the stupid little defiance. A squeal bubbled out of me.
Graff gave me a three second head start as I sprinted through the sculptures.
Others gawked at us.
Was this stupid? Yeah, it was stupid. I was stupid.
