NIRELLE
Next up is a self-paint store; we are supposed to draw ourselves while probably sipping a glass of wine. I wondered how and where Lucien had found this place, but I was grateful for it. And of course, this place was as quiet and empty as the last place.
"Did you take the mask and glass just so I would not bring it up?" I ask him as he sits across from me. The attendant we met outside told us we could draw each other or anything else. I wanted to draw Lucien.
I was not good at drawing; in fact, I had never thought that I would be able to draw, but this was a fun activity, and I wanted to try my best.
"Of course not." His pitch was high, and that told me that he was lying to me. I shake my head; I know he is free to do all of this because he is wealthy. There was no way an ordina
