Mary hummed a soft tune as she swayed to the rhythm of her newfound life. The sunlight filtered through the open windows of her studio, the extra bedroom of a 2bhk that she had been using as her studio, casting a warm glow on her workspace. Her brush danced across the canvas, creating an uneven line. She enlarged the picture of a daytime beach on her phone screen, she was trying to replicate the picture on canvas from her last visit.
As she painted, her heart swelled with excitement for her new life, a life she never had imagined would be in her cards but there she was living it with the man she loved more than anything in the world.
“Mary Annabelle Olson,” She whispered to herself. Her smile widened as she dipped the brush’s tip in the cup of water and again drew strokes of happiness i
