Angela parked the car a few meters away from Leonardo's studio. "We're here.""Is the gardener around?" Leonardo asked."I didn't see him.""Good. Look for the key in my studio on the left side of the floor, under a flower pot. The rose pot held the studio's spare key. "Angela got out of the car and followed Leonardo's instructions. There were several flower pots lining the floor, but the fifth pot was a rose, and underneath it was the key. She went to the door and opened it."The door is open," Angela said as she returned to the car, but Leonardo had already gotten out and slammed the door.Angela felt better watching her patient move casually while attempting to appear normal. She dashed to his side. "Would you like me to help you to the door?""I believe you should." Leonardo hushed. "Remember, I'm blind.""I'm sorry," Angela said as she guided Leonardo into the room."Stop," Leonardo said. He remained motionless for a few moments beneath the door beam. He was paying attention to
Angela was delighted by the stars blinking up in the sky because it was such a warm night. It was already eight o'clock, and the silence of the night indicated that no other souls were awake except hers. She couldn't sleep thinking about the hidden painting on the 7th ceiling board in Leonardo's studio. Why was it hidden from the view of others? Who is the crying lady? She pondered. And their hand-painting made her happy. She could still see Lara's face furiously complaining about her as Leonardo's hand-partner in that painting. And the result was fantastic. They created a beautiful spiral design of such a colorful painting, with their hands visible as the last marks over the spiraling multicolor rainbow. And the thought of Leonardo wanting to hear her mention his name, "Leo," caused her to experience a slew of unexpected emotions. She was overjoyed just thinking about it. It was such a lovely word to say. Leonardo, she said, as she smiled. But she could also see and feel Lara's boili
Angela was stirring her coffee while listening to Leonardo and Lara's loud arguments inside Leonardo's room. Leonardo's decision to postpone their wedding enraged Lara. She wanted it done right away, but Leonardo was adamant about his decision. "What happened, Angela?" Mrs. Gale asked as she emerged from the market with her purchases. "It's Miss Chavez and Leonardo," Angela responded. "Are they fighting?" "Yes," Angela replied as she sipped her coffee. "About what?" "Leonardo, postpone their wedding." Mrs. Vera joined them later, concerned about Lara's rage. But after a few minutes, Lara emerged into the kitchen, crying and enraged. "I know someone influenced Leonardo to change our plans!" Lara was cursing and swearing at Angela. "I knew it was you; you poisoned Leonardo's mind, you bitch!" "I didn't do anything, Miss Chavez," Angela responded. "It's his decision, and I have no power to change it." "What happened, Lara?" Mrs. Vera inquired, expressing sympathy. "Leonardo p
The silver cane flew to the ground as Leonardo shoved it away."What's the matter with you?" cried Angela."I don't want to use that cane; it belonged to the rudest old man I despised.""Don't talk like that to the old man.""He's not a good role model for me; he despised me as a child and wished to have a beautiful girl grandchild.""That's odd," Angela remarked. "But, as Mrs. Gale told me, he died a long time ago."Leonardo was deafeningly quiet. And Angela tried to calm him down because it was the first hour of the day."You can't hate dead people like that, Leonardo," Angela sighed. "Living with hatred will make it difficult for you to do the right things in your life. It's a curse. ""He was the family curse; I saw my father suffer as a result of his strict house rules. Fortunately, he died before I had the courage to punch him."Angela had started yet another bad chapter in Leonardo's life. And she was sorry. After a long time, the silver cane opened it."You have to forgive him
Time flies, and each day becomes more exciting for Angela. Leonardo was eager to paint the second painting after "Perspective of the Blind." After their walk, Leonardo decided to create the second painting with Angela. And they're going to make a finger painting. "What are we going to do in finger painting?" Angela inquired as if she were a child. Leonardo and she were both at ease in each other's company. "It's in the title, the finger painting," Leonardo said, smiling. "It should only be painted with our fingers." They were in the middle of the studio's small hall. And the canvas was spread out on the easel in all of its primary colors. Angela was staring at it nervously. "Give me your hand," Leonardo said softly. Angela passed her hand over Leonardo's, and Leonardo caressed it. "You really have soft hands and small long fingers; it's so nice to squeeze," Leonardo teased. "I'm excited to see the outcome of our second painting, Leonardo," she said, aware of Leonardo's hand move
Lara rushed into Leonardo's room and complained. "Leonardo, I don't want to stay in Esmeralda's room. Please, I want to be with you all the time; let me stay in this room with you." "Sir, where am... ups!” Angela said as she entered the room, taking a step back when she saw Lara clutching Leonardo's elbow. "I'm sorry, I'll return later." "Can you switch your room with Lara, Angela?" Leonardo stated. Angela came to a halt and returned her attention to Leonardo, saying, "No problem, sir. We can swap. " Leonardo said. "Then move your belongings to the pink room." "Yes, sir," Angela said as she returned to the pink room and paused at the open door, looking around. And her heart was racing at the prospect of occupying the mysterious room. "If you want to help clean this room, take the broom," Mrs. Gale said from behind her. "Miss Chaves is staying in my room, Mrs. Gale," Angela said as she began to sweep the floor. Mrs. Gale was perplexed by Angela's decision to stay in the pink roo
The moon was bright, and its illumination of the trees in Vera's mansion orchard was fascinating. It sprayed a silver dust mist over the flowers in the small garden. And the city lights below produced a swarm of bright pearl beads. The cold wind had entered the room through the open window in the pink room where Angela stood motionless, looking down. "Esmeralda," Angela said softly. She had no idea she would end up in the dead girl's room until that moment. It did, however, excite her. Angela was still perplexed by Lara's terrified expression as she remained in the pink room. It was late at night, but she was still awake. The night's silence was unsettling. She was about to shut the window when she noticed movement in the orchard and a white image flashing moving beneath the orchard. "The lady in white," she mumbled excitedly, electrifying her guts and propelling her out the door and down to the orchard. Angela was certain she wasn't dreaming or imagining things this late in the evenin
Angela was back in her room, staring at herself in the mirror in the pink room. She imagined Esmeralda doing the same thing she was doing. She was dressed in a floral-designed off-the-shoulder short dress and was wearing light lipstick and staring at a small bottle of expensive perfume labeled N'5 Chanel Perfume sitting on the dresser. So this was how Esmeralda smelled. Angela pondered as she examined the red bottle. She opened the bottle and sniffed the scent. "Wow," Angela hushed, as she then sprayed the scent on her wrists and shoulders. She closed her eyes and inhaled the expensive scent of the air, and then exited the room to do what Leonardo had asked her to do. Lara was assisting Mrs. Gale in the kitchen as she prepared breakfast. Mrs. Vera remained in her room. "Leonardo liked my crispy fried chicken, Mrs. Gale," Lara said with a smile. "Please hand me the tray, and I'll prepare Leonardo's breakfast," she said, eager to serve her fiancé. During her stay in Vera's mansion, La