#Chapter 32 – Motherly intuition.

Enzo’s POV This portrait was supposed to be a gift to my mother, and she used it for her art project. Was this her plan this whole time? Did she ever intend to give this portrait back to me? How could she think this was okay? Now everyone was going to think I gave her special favors. The look Miss Grace was giving me was of concern; it was clear she had no idea that I was blindsided like this. If I told her the truth, then Lila would get in trouble, and she would fail this class. Painting meant a lot to her as an Art major. I couldn’t take that away from her. “Oh yes,” I said, taking a step away from the painting. “I forgot she painted that. It was a while ago. Good for her though for getting a good grade.” Miss Grace rose her brows. “So, you really did permit her to use this painting as her project? You’re okay with this?” “I don’t think Lila is the type to lie, do you? I’ve only been her professor for a short time, but she seems like a good student. I’