ANYTA'S POV
“...I don't think you understand, Mr. Emilio,” I said, lowering my voice in an attempt to tamp down my premature victory cheer.
“This isn't just something I woke up last night and decided I wanted, it's quite special to me,” I sighed, refraining from going into details on just how special the pieces were to me.
So special, I'd actually been paying visits to the sweet old lady who painted them seventy-two years ago, at the Alzheimer's clinic. At first I simply wanted to see who the creator of my favourite art pieces of all time was.
But as soon as I understood that old Lana had no family members, at least none that cared enough to check on her, I took it upon myself to go see her at least once a week and it had been going on for over a year now.
I was currently pacing the l
