Chapter 80: A Canvas of Us
Elena’s POV
The only sound in the studio was the gentle scrape of my brush on the canvas. The vineyard was illuminated by golden light from the late afternoon sun outside, but my inner world was a riot of hues that spoke to my soul. On the canvas, swirls of dark blue and deep scarlet blended to create the first stages of a painting that I had hesitantly named Roots of Us.
The emotions that had accumulated over the previous four weeks—joy, terror, love, and the constant uncertainty of what lay ahead—were released with each stroke. Lily's laughing, Adrian's steadfast support and even the anxiety around Victor's agreement had all been included in my artwork.
This was a part of our story, not simply a painting.
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It began as a spontaneous thought. Following V
