Her hands were energetically moving across the canvas, and the colors were blending into a perfect harmony with each other. She hardly felt the hours slip away on the day she was working because she was so engulfed in her latest piece. The big day for the art show was in a few days, and her studio had turned into chaos: unfinished paintings were lying all over the room, brushes were thrown here and there, and paint-splattered clothes had been forgotten to a heap in the corner.
She hadn't even realized how late it was until her stomach growled, pulling her out of the creative trance she had been in. Glancing at the clock, she winced- IS It was well past lunchtime, and she hadn't eaten since breakfast. She picked up her phone and saw a few missed messages from Victor.
Victor: You still ali
