WHEN Sophia saw the painting, she had to ask.
"When was this taken? I mean how did you have a painting like this?" She wanted to ask if that was really her in the painting. At first glance it looked like her, but the painting looks old or perhaps it was designed to look that way.
"I painted that myself, Sophia. Come on, let's go." Simon guided her towards the maze. The narrow path seemed wider because they were huddled together while walking. Sophia could feel the movement of his thigh as they walked side by side. She was conscious of the way his arm was pulling her closer each time they made a turn. When she walked in there the day before, she never imagined that she would be walking there again. She never imagined that she would be walking that same path with the master of the mansion
