The floor area of the room was the same as the whole mansion area, and any museum curator would think this was a waste of space showing my pictures instead of real art. Anyone who will see this will be convinced that this was not a bedroom but a gallery of my photographs.
“Woah! Sai, you really look like your mother!” exclaimed Jeremy as he stood in front of the first picture frame, so large that I was like looking at my reflection. Only her belly was bigger than mine.
Standing behind me, he held my shoulder and shifted me to my side, facing right so it would really look like a mirror. Jeremy moved his head closer to the picture and then to mine. His eyes widened and then narrowed as he compared me to the image.
“Lena said Paul and Solen were close friends,” he uttered, holding my chi
