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His Smile
Ava nervously licked her lips. “Photography has always been my dream.” “Then that’s what you should do,” Marcus said. “You’re good at it, Ava, and you can’t let your parents dictate your life.” “I don’t want to disappoint them,” she said quietly. “If your parents love you, they should be happy for you to chase your dream. They’ll understand.” “My dad and I never seem to see eye to eye,” she admitted with a heavy sigh. “He thinks of my art and photography as a hobby, not a potential career.” “You don’t seem like the type of person who would let other people’s opinions stop you,” Marcus said with a pointed look. He was right, of course. Ava had never truly cared about what other people thought. She’d even accused Marcus of letting her father’s and others’ opinions get in between
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