EMMA’s POV :

“What’s that?” Tristan asked as he saw me putting up a painting on my bedroom wall.

“A birthday slash 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...