Natalie's POV.
A few hours ago, when the artist finished drawing on the wall and also painting it, she came out of the room to tell me she was done, and I could come take a look to see if I liked it. Even if I do, it’s all up on Will to decide. His room has always been dull with dull colors, one could tell that it was a man’s doing and a woman’s touch wasn’t in it. I can’t blame anyone, there was no woman to create such warmth.
I took a look or corrected anything I didn't like. She made the corrections.
"Is there anything more you'd love me to add or remove?" she asked again, and I shook my head negatively.
"No, not at all, this is a masterpiece already."
She finally left. When she left, I went into Will’s room and locked myself inside, making sure to also add my touch to it. I chang
