“So, what will happen now?” Don Mauro asked her while eating his breadstick. “When is the enrollment? Do you need me there?”
Reina was almost finished eating her meal. She grabbed her glass of water and drank some before answering the question. “Well, I have to pass an interview first. I read the instructions from the message that they sent to me. I need to draw at least three kinds of perspectives, and I am free to use any medium.” Honestly, her respect for her new school went up a higher notch. Making sure that the students actually know what they have to go through is better than taking a lot of students. “I’m going to use pencil and charcoal, Dad.”
Her father seemed reluctant. “But… the medium you always use is oil paint.”
Oil paints are ridiculously expensive to use for esquisse an
