Emma, with a decided glimmer in her eyes, remained before her easel. The material before her was a clean canvas, a holding up show-stopper yet to be uncovered. Alexander, watching with expectation, couldn't resist the opportunity to feel the power in the air.
"You prepared to make something unprecedented, my adoration?" Alexander asked, his eyes mirroring his unfaltering confidence in her ability.
Emma gestured, a grin playing all the rage. " This is all there is to it, Alexander. The finish of our excursion, our romantic tale, caught on material."
As Emma dunked her brush into lively varieties, the room loaded up with the cadenced sound of strokes against the material. Every development appeared to be deliberate, as though she was deciphering the feelings that had woven the texture of
