Alice’s POV
I loved Phoebe’s paintings.
Each one had a soul, but one stood out a girl in an art gallery, staring at a picture on the wall. The twist?
The picture she was looking at was her, in the same gallery. A painting within a painting.
It pulled me in like a secret whispered directly to my heart.
“Wow,” I breathed, unable to tear my eyes away. “I love this.”
“You do?” Phoebe asked, almost shyly.
“Yes, I do. This is phenomenal.” My eyes lingered a few seconds longer before I turned to her. “I’ve seen your work , but this… this is something else.”
Phoebe tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. “I know this is your concept. I went to that gallery downtown, It came to mind, so I drew it.”
I nodded slowly, still processing. “You captured the feeling perfectly.”
“You t
