Arthur’s POV
I stared at the paintings in my hands. They looked well crafted. A few of them looked older than some, but I could see the progress in them. However, there was something about them I wasn’t sure of.
“This-”
“I know it isn’t good,” Sierra cut me off.
“You drew these?” I asked, and she nodded.
I quickly took out my phone, did a little search, and soon confirmed why it looked familiar. The styles were so similar. I turned the phone to her, showing her the image on the screen.
“Did you draw this?” I asked.
She smiled nervously. “Um… yes. That was one of my best paintings years ago while I was in high school,” she said.
“Do you know where this picture was taken?” I asked, and she shook her head.
“The famous artist, Mr. Brian’s art gallery,” I told her.
This painting appea
