“What’s the name of the previous owner of the house?” she asked Stanley while they were eating their breakfast.
She was acting as casually as she could about it but deep inside, she was in utter chaos. She was not able to get any sleep last night, just staring at the portrait of her in that room she discovered. There was no denying that it was her, everything about it calls to her.
The brows.
The brown hair.
The blue eyes.
And the lips.
The likeness was striking to the point that it was frightening. Different questions came rushing to her but she could not have any answers to it if she kept on feeling troubled for herself, instead of taking action. One thing she is certain though is that it wasn’t made by the five men. The portrait was styled in a manner that was created by an artis
