BLOSSOM'S POV
Immediately after Jay left, I stepped into the room fully and closed the door behind me. I was pretty sure the drugs were making Andre a little easier to approach than Capheus but his forthcoming speech was potentially something that could turn out to benefit me. I decided to take a slow and gentle approach so that he would talk to me.
"Do you know why this room was kept private and away from all of you?" I asked as I walked around looking at the paintings on the walls and every other little thing that I could place my eyes on. The paintings were all exquisite and whoever had made them had done so passionately adorning them with love.
"I guess Mom didn't want us messing with her paintings. She spent so many hours on them."
I turned in surprise, "Whoa! Mom painted these?"
