Chapter 35: Surrounded by a rapt crowd, Allison gently picked up a piece of clay and sprinkled it with water.

It was then that Kellan realized that she had been deliberately slowing her pace to guide him through the basics.

In less than a minute, the clay in his hands had already begun to transform.

The art of sculpting gave way to the precision of carving.

It's like watching a movie, someone murmured, amazed.

Colton and Melany, who had previously ridiculed Allison, were now showing visible signs of anxiety, their foreheads glistening with sweat.

They scrutinized her every move, wary of any hint of deception.

Kellan expected Allison to need his help, but she only occasionally asked him to pass her a file.

Take the smallest one, he ordered calmly, his voice a firm anchor in the charged atmosphere.

His hands moved with deliberate grace and the clay seemed to yield to his touch, coming to life under his skillful fingers.

Kellan held out the file more.

small behind.

In that fleeting contact, he once again perceived the scent of plum blossoms that she gave off.

A lump formed in his throat and he gently wiped the sweat from Allison's forehead with a clean handkerchief, gently brushing his fingers against her forehead.

smooth skin.

As he removed his hand, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

He marveled that her skin could be as smooth and fine as porcelain.

in

fell away and her thin fingers moved like

soft brushstroke breathed life into the clay, capturing the essence of a

were the last two people

no

to alleviate the constant restlessness

distant and distant, as if her heart was

Kellan was amazed.

he

had effortlessly disarmed him and disappeared in

her most fervent moments, her gaze had been as distant as an ancient glacier, motionless

gave way to

breathlessness around them

who had anticipated Allison's failure, was now struggling to process the scene before

How can it be.

.

.

the little ceramic dog that Allison had given him three

he had smashed

friendly figure had splintered into pieces, possibly

.

.

or maybe not.

.

.

that moment, his

more reserved and had

felt a pang of regret, realizing

the sun began to set, Allison finished

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