Chapter 68
BRIELLE "Isn't that you?" I had taken the time to look thoroughly at the painting because when the artist would face again the canvas, I would not be able to see the whole piece again. As I studied the portrait, something of an idea was running inside my mind, but I didn't want to claim it. Why did the artist choose to paint a lady who was carrying a basket of fruits? "Hey," Queen waved his hands in front of my face. "What kind of face is that? You're still looking at the portrait. So, what have you found out?" I turned my gaze at Queen and smiled at him. "It's beautiful." "What?" his eyes widened. "Like, b***h, I know it's beautiful. Do you think it's you? That's my point." "Well, it looks like me, but I don't think so it's me. Perhaps that lady is just a product of the imaginatio
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