Diana's POV:
The woman's eyes look sad in the painting, but there's a smile on her face. I've been staring at it for five minutes now.
"It's a lovely painting." I heard a voice say beside me.
I turned to see a man. His eyes met mine, and he smiled. He was tall, I think about the same height as Lucian.
Damn it! I'm thinking of Lucian again!
I turned away from the man back to the painting. "It is." I agreed.
"I noticed you've taken a liking to it, " He said.
I shook my head. "Why would she hide her pain with a smile? Why not just be yourself and let who stays stay?"
He chuckled, making me turn and look at him. "That's one pay to put it."
I sighed. Today hasn't been the day I had expected it to be. Maybe it's because at every turn I think about Lucian, or something brings him to my
