Page 146 of Losing Faith

The dress fits her frame perfectly as it drags down to the floor. Like I thought it would, it looks perfect against her blonde hair.

“How’d you know my shoe size?” She lifts her foot back, smiling at her YSL heel.

I kiss her pretty face again. “I looked at your shoe the other day. Are we ready?”

“Let me curl my hair and we can go.” She turns before I can reply, but I follow close behind.

I sit on the toilet seat and watch her intensely as she rambles on about how she found Piglet. She sounds so happy as she speaks, jumping between topics rapidly and it’s… weird.

I’ve seen her happy, but this is too happy, and I start to believe Sire is right and she is notjusthaving a good day.

I don’t say anything though, and when she finishes her hair, we pass by a sleeping Sire on her couch before heading down to my car.

I open the door for her, and as soon as I’m in the driver seat, Lisette turns to me. “Okay, I’ve been holding my tongue until we get in the car because I need yourfullattention,” she exclaims and I bite back a laugh at how animated she is. “So I decided I needed to move. My apartment makes me depressed,butI need money, duh.”

“Duh,” I add and she rolls her eyes at me with a smile.

“SoI decided I was going to sell my paintings. Now, I already had a Famoura account for my art and had like oneviral video,but,” she pauses for dramatic effect as she takes out her phone. “I told Sage I wanted to sell my art, so she reposted a few of my posts and told her followers my pieces were up for sale, andlook.”

She turns her phone to me and I look over at the stop sign. I scan her profile and she has nearly two million followers along with over six million views on her three pinned videos.

“Holy shit.” I knew Sage wasinsanelyfamous and had a ton of followers, but that’s a lot of people for something she simply reposted.

“Right?”

“When did she repost your stuff?” I turn back to the road.

“Yesterday morning.” She’sliterallybouncing in her seat as she scrolls through her phone. “I’ve been gettingsomany requests. I already packed a shit ton of orders to send out tomorrow.”

Thatexplains why she started packing so many of them.

“This one guy offered me tengrandfor a painting I did of a girl killing herself.”

“What?” I turn to her again.

“I know right? Isn’t that a lot of money for something I did in justthreedays?”

“No, I meant what to the painting. That’s pretty graphic. When did you paint that?”

She waves me off. “It was a few weeks ago. It’s not that bad. It’s just her drowning. I actually love that painting and a few other people asked for it so I might go live and bid it off. I’m going to be rich by the end of the week.”

“Okay…” My brows furrow at how excited she sounds. “I don’t think you’re going to berichthat quick.” I try to bring her down a few notches like Sire suggested because it’s clear now it’s necessary.

“Are you worried I won’t want you anymore when I have my own money?” she teases and I bite back a laugh.

“Yes. I like poor girls who are too depressed to brush their teeth.”

She breaks into a laugh before shoving my arm.

“So what’s the plan here? Are you going to make this a full-time job?” I ask, trying to get a feel for what’s going on here.

She shrugs as she thinks. “I think it’ll be cool. I don’t want a nine to five and I like teaching, but I don’t want to go back. I lovepainting, though, and I didn’t think anyone would wantmypaintings, but they do.”

A smile touches my lips. I’ve only seen a few of her pieces, but they’re all incredible. “You should do it then. You need to make a plan and—”

“Ughh, you and yourplans. Is that an OCD thing?”

I roll my eyes at her. “No, it’s a me thing,rude.”

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