I was wrong.
Not all the portraits had come back. There was still one missing — Paloma.
"Damn it, where the hell is it?" After I wore my shirt and a pair of jeans, again, I went on searching for that painting in my entire house. Unfortunately, it was nowhere.
I hunched down for a while, wiping the sweat on my forehead as I breathed heavily. Then I stood up again upon realizing something. "I'm still not checking the mini-studio!" I jogged upstairs, towards my room, then to a narrow door leading to the paint room.
Once I entered, confusion reeled through my head when I noticed the portrait I just created a few hours ago. I blinked a couple of times. Maybe I was just under delusions. But the painting didn't change. The subject was the same. But the smiling portrait of Nina was there gaz
