To be honest, it was near impossible to complete such a huge oil painting within a week. Fortunately, we had already done it once before, so we did not need much creativity with it. All we needed to do was repeat what we did the last time.

 

After burning the midnight oil for several nights in a row, we finally finished it. The three of us felt a huge weight lift off our shoulders. We lay on the couch and refused to move an inch. Eventually, it was Remington who got up to cover the painting with a cloth.

 

“From now on, I will never let anyone else take the paintings out of my drawing-room. I would just be digging my own grave,” Remington said tiredly.

“I feel completely drained,” Spencer remarked with his face plastered on the couch.

even have any

final look at it. The more we looked, the more satisfied we were with our work. Creativity was something that came at the most unexpected times. While we

asked with a mouthful of instant noodles.

supposed to hand over my painting? Isabelle refused to even give me a reason for making me give my painting to Crystal. Because of

 

don’t think I will be able to give you

too?” Both

just a nickname that the media

 

to coming over and strangling me to

are something, Yvonne. Picasso has nothing on you, you know that?” Spencer was speaking with a sarcastic

myself too.” It took me half a month just to conceptualize that painting. Within one afternoon, it became someone else’s possession. “I’m incredibly generous. That small painting is

spoke, I suddenly covered my mouth and burst out into laughter. I laughed so hard that I actually started to cry. All

and Spencer could feel that something was wrong with me. They

things because we’re good friends. You can

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