Felicia's POV:
I looked around the bedroom as the scene of it unfolded before me. My eyes widened to see my portrait hanging on the wall. I gazed at him and realized he had already read my eyes.
"I made it. I wanted to keep you alive like this," Lorenzo stated with a smile. His hand moved to my back as he took me ahead. "This will be our bedroom from now on. If you don't like its interior, you can change it according to your will," he gave me the freedom to transform the bedroom to my liking.
However, I also had a liking toward darker and warmer colors. "I liked the way it is," I told Lorenzo. I went ahead and stood in front of the portrait. Looking at it, I sensed the emotions that Lorenzo had poured into this art. I had forgotten the love of a man, but Lorenzo suddenly woke it up in
