Chapter Seventeen | Brewing Storms
NATHALIA was biting the wooden handle of her paintbrush as she uses her finger to lightly stroke some of the brushworks on the canvas in front of her. Kinuha niya ang kagat na paintbrush at isinawsaw iyon sa pinaghalo niyang kulay sa hawak na easel sa kabilang kamay. She nibbled on her lips. Nag-freeze sa ere ang kamay niya bago pa dumikit sa canvas ang paintbrush. Nagpasya siyang mali ang kinuhang kulay. Naghalo siya ng ibang kulay at pagkatapos ilublob ang dulo ng brush sa maliit na plastic cup ng tubig para matanggal ang pinturang nakadikit dito ay muli niya itong isinawsaw sa bago color mixture na ginawa niya.
When the color touched the canvas, a smile broke in her face. It was the perfect color—the right hue of green. When she was satisfied of wha
