My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0439

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The two dashing men and Ethan walked through the exhibition. The boy was amazed by the sheer number of paintings, each one more beautiful than the last. However, when they entered the room displaying Miss Celeste’s work, Ethan immediately recognized the pieces. She had already shown him some photos in class, but them in person, vibrant and full of color, was an entirely different experience.

seeing

Miss Celeste’s style bore a striking resemblance to Monet’s. One particular painting captured Ethan’s full attention. It was fairly large, and while his grandfathers debated which pieces to purchase, Ethan stood mesmerized before it

The painting was titled “The Woman and Her Cat.” At first glance, it seemed to depict the simple profile of a seated woman, with only part of her face visible and a small black cat curled up beside her feet.

The colors in the painting evoked a sense of warmth but also deep nostalgia. Ethan studied the painting closely and noticed that in the woman’s lap rested a bouquet of freesias. Pointing at the painting, he exclaimed:

“Grandpas, the woman in the painting is my teacher! She looks really sad there.”

The men, who had been engrossed in their discussion, turned to see what Ethan was pointing at. Both moved to stand behind the boy, examining the painting.

“That’s my teacher!” Ethan said again, pointing at the image with conviction.

know?” Theodore asked, trying to make sense

she loves freesias. Look at the painting!!

they could respond, a soft

The woman

to see Celeste standing there. Her beautiful eyes gazed at

her voice carrying a faint wistfulness. “I’ve kept it with me all this time, but now it’s time to let it go.” She smiled softly, though there was

playfully twirled a strand of her wavy hair before

other guests need,” she said with

Peter seemed utterly entranced. As she walked away, Theodore gave Peter a sly glance and teased, “You surprise me,

talent. She’s working at a school when she could be displaying her paintings in major

of success is reserved for those with money. True artists often have to scrape by for years before reaching recognition if they don’t vanish in obscurity first. Many painters who are celebrated today were complete unknowns in

“Don’t say that.”

“What?”

Celeste. She’s not mine.

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Chapter 0439

I see it. I’m old and wise, and I

and ask her out for dinner–or at least for her