I removed the canvas from the easel because the painting from yesterday had almost dried completely and was nearly finished. However, it still took me another two hours to complete the part Remington asked me to draw. And just as I was about to sign on my work, there was a knock on the door.

 

“Come in.” I put down the brush, turned around, and took out the other painting I had completed but which I also had not signed. I was still debating where to place my signature on both of my paintings.

 

“Is this the project you’ve been working on?” Isabelle’s voice sounded.

recovering. ”Yes, I’m working on this for Remington’s

you were a child. Just before important occasions or major festivals, you would ask me to buy you a different paintbrush. Not only that, but you would also study some famous works and try to grasp the painters’ styles. At the time I thought it would be your short-lived interest, but who knew

by many people before, but aside from Christopher, my mother’s acknowledgment had given me the most joy. I was even more delighted than when

because I’ve been well taught by you, Mom,”

of this, you silly girl. This is the result of your own efforts. You are a wonderful young lady and I am pleased to have you as my daughter.” Isabelle then approached me, gently tapped

 

I replied with

something I need you to help me with, but

Do you still need to be polite with me?” I pretended to be angry and glanced at Isabelle before simply saying, “What exactly do you

 

It was either that she did not want to say anything, or did not know how

and said in all seriousness, “I hope that you will not attend the art

the table. I was too shocked. That painting, which resulted from my collaboration with Remington, was instantly

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