Chapter 121

The painting depicted a serene landscape, a canvas of rolling hills and undulating waves, with the vast river’s surface mirroring the silhouettes of distant towers amidst the misty ripples. It exuded a subtle elegance and a timeless charm.

In the bottom right corner, a red seal marked the creator’s pseudonym: Nana.

Lorna gazed at the name, her expression tightening just a notch.

It was a moniker her college professor had given her, but she preferred the one she had casually chosen for herself, Lorn.

However, with Fanny breathing down her neck, her artwork had no place in the studio. Friends had suggested a change of pseudonym might do the trick.

And so, today, she had painted another piece, ready to test the waters.

Setting the stamp aside, Lorna looked up to see Cordelia peering curiously at her work, prompting her to ask, “Hey Lia, do you want to learn watercolor painting?”

The thought sparked a gleam in Cordelia’s eyes as she nodded vehemently, “Yes, please!”

Lorna, hearing this, peeled the painting off the easel and laid it on a nearby table. She then spread out a fresh sheet of watercolor paper and handed Cordelia a paintbrush, saying, “Watercolor painting is all about balance ink for form, color for life. To capture a landscape, you’ve got to master brushwork, ink flow, composition, and color…

After a succinct introduction, Lorna demonstrated with a few strokes of her brush, and a distant mountain came to life on the paper.

Handing the brush over, she encouraged, “Give it a shot.”

Cordelia, who had learned calligraphy back at the orphanage, wasn’t versed in painting but had a knack for imitation. Her slender script had once been indistinguishable from the original, deceiving many.

She pondered for a moment before making a couple of marks on the paper.

Lorna was astounded, “You sure you’ve never done this before?”

shook her

And this mountain… it’s the spitting image of mine!” Lorna’s eyes shone with excitement.

had always loved

was a passion that calmed the

gleamed with joy. “I’d like

photographs of famous paintings. “Take a look at these when you can,” she said, then gesturing to the rolled–up canvases beside them, Those are

it halfway when Lorna offhandedly asked, “Oh, did you need

remembered, “Oh, it’s dinner

Lorna coughed lightly, “Shall we head

at the half–unrolled masterpiece in her hands, reluctant

offered, “Do you like it? I’ll get it framed and hang it in your room – consider

sparkled with

descended to find the rest of the family already seated in the dining room. Sanderson was biting back

two, I wanted to see how long it’d take for the bookworms to remember food. Huh,

laughed at the sarcasm, saying to Cordelia, “I used to lose track of time when I painted as a girl. Your granny wouldn’t call me or wait miss mealtime, and I’d go hungry.

not you. Don’t starve my granddaughter. Lia, come here- the soup is fresh and warm,” Mathilda beckoned Cordelia

round table. She sat between Everard

chair, a gesture of chivalry that hadn’t been present

playing the attentive suitor, serving Cordelia her favorites, while Lorna took mental notes, appreciating the details that Everard seemed to know about

her supposed preferences for chicken wings and eggplants, looked up blankly, “I…

and Sanderson exchanged glances, their looks toward

was occupied with her studies, not romance. Only someone like Everard could endure, right?

of

captured a wave of attention when he spoke, his gaze calmly cast downward. “Mrs. Delaney, I’m up for anything, as long

at a loss for

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