Mr. Shelton looked at his daughter's eyes, now sparkling with confidence, with satisfaction and continued the conversation. "Oh, by the way, Vivi—I showed your painting, The New Moon, to your uncle. He wouldn't stop raving about it. He said the mood and the brushwork were just bursting with life. He actually wants you to submit a few pieces for his exhibition. What do you think?"
Vivian looked up, a flicker of light flashing through her eyes.
In her previous life with the Dawsons, she had learned painting, flower arrangement, and tea ceremony in order to properly play the role of a respectable Mrs. Dawson. Those skills, once treated merely as decorative accomplishments, had now become talents she genuinely loved and could freely express.
"Really? Uncle Anthony actually liked it?" Vivian
