EMMA’s POV :
“What’s that?” Tristan asked as he saw me putting up a painting on my bedroom wall.
“A birthday s***h housewarming gift from Ian,” I replied.
Ian spent the night last night, but he had to return to the city early this morning. I was sore and tired from our late night sessions, I ended up sleeping until late. That afternoon, I woke up to a USPS delivery guy ringing my doorbell and giving me this big framed thing wrapped in brown paper. On the wrapping was also a card and it said:
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Dearest Emma,
Since I can’t bring you to the gallery just yet, I’m bringing a small piece of the gallery to you. Happy sweet nineteen, my love. So grateful you came into the world because you make my world better every day.
All my heart and soul, Ian.
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