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.

like she’s been resting for some time and that she’s recovering. ”Yes, I’m working on this for Remington’s art exhibition. In the past few years, he has been the most influential young painter in

festivals, you would ask me to buy you a different paintbrush. Not only that, but you would also study some

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

taught

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 the back of

 

I replied with a

to help me with, but I’m not sure

to be polite with me?” I pretended to be angry and glanced at Isabelle before simply saying, “What exactly do you want me to do? I’d be happier than ever if I could assist you with

 

looked at the two paintings. It was either that she did not want to say anything, or did not know how to ask. I then

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

she said, I unintentionally staggered backward and knocked over the paint on the

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