Every Single Stroke Was Mine

Vesper's POV

Blythe lifted her face. "What?"

"That's my design draft."

"You mean these?" She slid one sheet out and let it dangle between her fingers. "Vesper, you can't even walk out that door anymore. What's the point of drawing these?"

"Give them back."

"I came here today to offer you a chan...

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