SCARLET OMEGA’S POV
“Oh my God!” Luna squealed. Her cheeks stained with pink from grinning so hard. “This is amazing, amazing. I can’t believe this! You’re so gifted with your hands.” Her eyes were glossy with undyed tears.
I gave her a mock bow. “Thank you madmoisellé. I don’t think it’s that great.” I said, looking at the picture.
Lina’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “Are you f*****g kidding me right now?” She gestured at the oil painting in my hands. “How can you not see the perfection that this is?” Her voice was a mixture of lighthearted anger, and genuine surprise.
I averted my gaze to the picture in my hands. I was a good artist. I paint words my mouth can't speak. But it was never great. At least nobody told me that.
I heaved. “I really hope it passes this test
