CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Muna was just like my favourite puzzle, I keep discovering new things about her- Grant

Muna was completely focused on what she was painting. She didn't even notice Grant's entrance into the room, she would have figured it was him through his familiar cologne, but the smell of paint dominated the room.

She didn't notice the gasp that fell out of Grant's mouth, she was too busy on finishing that piece.

After the terrible argument she had with Grant earlier that morning, she needed to do something to take her mind off things.

Painting was her escape route, with every brush and stroke on the canvas, she felt herself break free. Oil painting was a talent she had acquired a long time ago as a junior in secondary school.

She had never told anyone about it except Somto. He had been the first person she ever painted. She had presented her work to him on one of his birthdays and he had praised her by calling her the next Leonardo Da Vinci.

She had been foolish enough to present a portrait of he