Breanna grabbed her Orange Crush and took a few sips before smirking. She motioned to Cecil for another and Evelyn motioned for the same.
It was a risk, but her own passions for the arts ran away on her. Evelyn hoped to be rewarded for her authenticity, and that her muse would say yes. The fun we would have.
“Why don’t we start with some drinks?” Breanna asked.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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