CALLISTA’s POV
I was already getting used to the cold weather and so I had dressed in my furry coats with wool caps and thick stockings, along with my knee-length boots which were looking a bit worn out.
I forgot that it was my favorite season; Spring and I had walked past the blooming flowers, despite the fact that the early bloomers were my all-time favorites. Even their ascending pleasant scents were incapable of lifting my mood or even drawing my attention.
The only thing I had on my mind was Iris and shockingly, I wasn’t the only one.
There was a big banner in the center of town and a painting of her was on it. Apparently, a man of great talent had taken his time to paint her and also had the effrontery to showcase his art.
I waited there for a while to see people’s reactions
