Hannah’s POV:
"Oh. My. God."
"I think it's sweet."
"Oh. My. God."
"Okay, Annie, honey, Tricia's right, this isn't that big of a deal. You love art."
"I love art." I started softly, "I love art, but this is a f*****g Monet! He's completely crazy! I mean who does this?"
"Rich billionaires who want to impress a girl."
"It's not about impressing me, for the millionth time!" I shouted, "He's trying to prove a point."
Patrick shrugged, "Who cares? This piece is gorgeous. You should be happy."
Happy? They just didn't get it. Anton wasn't doing this to impress me, he knew it would piss me off. He just had to have the upper hand, and if I wouldn't accept his insane offer on the painting he was going to find another way - and he did.
Bastard.
There had been a card that the delivery man -
