The Muse

Cold, egotistical and a Foxton.
He tore my final performance to shreds with his pen, and embarrassed me for all the world to see.
But hate wasn’t what I felt for Scott Foxton when he touched me. Enemy wasn’t what I thought when he rescued me either.
I got lost in dreams and hope, and ignored the threats that would follow my own deceit.
For once in my life, family loyalty could be damned.
But then I saw the painting.
And now I can’t lie anymore.
The man I shouldn’t want is the one that holds my heart.
I just have to trust that he’ll still believe me when he knows the truth about Persephone Broderick.