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Cam grinned when he saw Saskia, finally back in her natural habitat. He was so used to seeing so many of his friends around their parents that it struck him as strange that he hadnāt seen more of Saskia with her father. Now they were here, heād never seen her be moreā¦ well, more Saskia.Ā āClearly,ā he replied with a nod, glancing back up at the squiggle on the canvas. It looked more like a duck to him, but art was all subjective.Ā āTortured artist?ā Cam glanced around the hall, an amused smirk tugging at his lips.Ā āAs someone who grew up in a house like this, Iām not entirely convinced this is the common experience of being alive.ā He turned and pointed at a painting of a man being stabbed, guts flying everywhere.Ā āIād guess thatās probably more accurate?ā
Saskia glanced back over at Cameron and shrugged.Ā āAll my friends had houses like this growing up. I donāt think itās asĀ uncommon as you think,ā she said, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.Ā āMomās isnāt as artsy,beo but thatās just because sheās got her wholeĀ āserious journalistā shtick going.ā She turned to see which one he was pointing at and then brightened, laughing quietly.Ā āThat one is about love. Heartbreak and all that. Itās very deep, right? I think weāve all felt like that before.ā Luckily, she had not experienced that in a very long time, and was currently over the moon with her blossoming relationship with Harry.Ā āYou enjoying this trip, Cam?ā She asked, smiling at him. They hadnāt had a whole lot of time to catch up yet.
