An Hour later:
Nell's pov:
The breath was knocked out of my body when I see my painting on the wall.
I moved to the wall and brush my fingers on the wall, the painting was made with so much emotion, I can feel that but...
Who can make this painting of mine with such intensity and pain?
The painter used black color, then I look at my eyes in the painting,
Suddenly I heard the sound of the door, and my nostril filled with her fragrance. I came out of my trance and whirl back to look at her but soon my expression turned into a cold one when I notice what she is wearing.
Her designer expensive dress is bearly reaching her thigh, if she bends to pick anything down anyone can see her butts.
I remove my gaze from her face and look into her eyes, she is looking uncomfortable maybe
