"You can tell me if there’s a painting that interests you, and I’ll be sure to win it for you," Marcus said before he gave my hand a squeeze.
"You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not looking forward to bidding on anything," I replied as I tried to slip my hand away from Marcus’s arm.
Marcus laid his hand over mine to keep it in place before showing me a warm smile. The way he was treating me was so gentle yet with a subtle hint of persistence.
"The orchestra is about to start performing. Let’s head over to our seats," Francesca said invitingly as she tugged on Rowan’s arm. I followed after them with Marcus sticking right by my side.
By that time, I had already figured that nothing about our double date catered to my preferences. From the paintings that I knew nothing about and couldn
