Chapter 27

Willow propped up her easel, brush gently stroking across the paper as she outlined the silhouette of the Notra Dome. However, her peaceful moment didn't last long. "Willow." A familiar voice sounded from behind her. Willow's hand paused mid-stroke, and the brush slipped, leaving a jarring blemish on the paper. She took a deep breath and slowly turned around. As expected, Chad was standing nearby, a bright bouquet of roses in his hands. This was the third time this week. The first time, Chad "happened" to pass by while Willow was sketching at the Livre. He gave her a lone sunflower. The second time, he "happened" to sit next to her table while she was sipping coffee at Monmarre. He offered her a box of macarons. He was here again this time, bringing a rose bouquet and looking at her with an unwavering gaze. Unable to take it any longer, Willow set her paintbrush down and asked, "What exactly are you trying to do, Chad?" Chad stepped forward and set the rose bouquet beside her e