Falling for My Billionaire Best Friend

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dn’t appreciate my watercolor painting. I h

my feet to our expansive living room. I was practicing the same c

ct. I can play the piano, cello, violin, and guitar with my eyes closed. I can solv

f her best friends are laughing together.

stop when th

up and smiles at me. Aunt Zoey, the redhea

leven years old, she still pecks me on my lips and pinches my face

l because everyone knows that I’m

st bump into Kiara, whose standing in the middle of the stairs. Her right hand is

e shrieks

finger to the electrical outlet—so messy. She reminds me of Nerida. She has freckles all over her face, and she’s

goldfish?” I narrow my e

like the nickname I give he

esn’t meet my gaze as she grips her sketch

e goldfish, Trinity

ara,” she says softly with a shaky

yes,” I say, demonstrating how big her eyes are. “And what’s in that sketchpad of yours?” I

way taller than her. In the end, she stops when she

g, eyes filling with tears. She twists her fingers,

t I see. “You did all these, Trinity?” I can’t believe she can actually sketch like these. “Or your mom did these? Don’t lie to me. You don’t kno

at back to me,” Kiara says betwe

unded by hearts. I look at her for seconds. With a mischiev

ing her tears on her