Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle

Merida chuckled and I blushed.

He was right; that was exactly what I was wearing. I just couldn't believe that he remembered that.

"So, Silver, tell us about your painting. How many hours did it take you to complete, and what inspired the portrait setting?"

"It took an entire night," I answered automatically. "Honestly, I saw the setting in my mind. My favorite type of flower is red roses, so I always try to incorporate red roses in my paintings. It's kind of like my personal signature. For the background, I put pieces of Elliot's personality and his brewing demeanor together to create something that would fit him. I wanted something that would not only look great but something he would be proud of. I take pride in my work and every piece is customized to appeal to its audience I guess in that moment, while I was painting, I kind of just forgot that it was meant for the auction. In my mind, this portrait was meant for Elliot, and I wanted to create something he could be proud of."

"Silver is the most passionate person I know," Elliot told Merida as he squeezed my hand gently. "Watching her work is incredible. It was an honor to get a front-row seat to it."

As the questions from Merida continued, I could feel the tension between Elliot and me dispersing. I was leaning into him and eventually, he moved his hands from mine and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, keeping me close to his side. I felt content and happy by his side.

Soon, Merida went from asking us questions herself, to having the audience ask us questions.

"There are rumors about Elliot and Shirley being in a relationship. Can you confirm or deny that?" Someone in the audience shouted, making my face feel hot all over.

who visibly tensed at this person's words before

are just rumors. Don't be quick to believe everything you hear on

was engaged before she met you?" A female asked, making

so I wondered how this person got intel about that.

doesn't matter if she was or wasn't. What matters is that she's with me now," he said cooly. "You should mind

that question bowed her head shamefully and

my painting, Merida finally turned back to look at me

there is one more I'd like to ask

bracing myself for this

course," I told her. "You

there was an anonymous buyer for your portrait of Elliot. What can you tell me about that?"

I raised my brows.