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
Angela frowned as she asked, "What are you trying to prove to me, Fredrick?" "I'm just telling you the truth; this is a matter of confession," Fredrick said with a sad expression. "It's Lara's fault; she wanted all men to worship her as if she were a goddess, and she was suffering from her unusual sexual desire." "How come you're telling me this?" "Because I like you and want to be your girl." "I'm sorry, Fredrick, but getting into relationships isn't in the cards for me." "However, you needed someone to watch over you." "I can defend myself against any harm," Angela stated categorically. "And I don't need a man right now." "Everyone needs someone to talk to and love," Fredrick explained. "You are not exceptional." "I have to go now," Angela said as she picked up the basket of fresh oranges and prepared to walk away when Fredrick grabbed her hand. "Please allow me to assist you, Angela." "No, Fredrick," she said as she walked away, "I don't want you to help me because I have
Angela dashed into the living room to answer the phone. "Hello?" Leonardo was eating in the kitchen, waiting for Angela to return from answering the phone. "Hello, Miss Beautiful," Fredrick said on the other end of the line, and Angela wanted to return the phone to its cradle but knew it wasn't the right thing to do. "Hello, Fedrick," Angela said, "How may I assist you?" "Is Leonardo by your side?" he inquired. "No, he's eating in the kitchen, but he can hear me." "Give me the phone, Angela," Leonardo asked. So, Angela took the wireless phone to Leonardo. "What do you want so early in the morning, Fredrick?" "I just wanted to give you an update regarding our art exhibition." Leonardo and Fredrick were talking about their upcoming art show when the conversation turned to Leonardo's decision to include their hand-painting and finger painting. Angela was only listening and wanted to prevent the sale of the two paintings, but Leonardo had already agreed. "OK, I'll prepare the two
"I wanted to marry you at any time," Fredrick had said automatically. "Oh really? Can we marry now? " Angela said it firmly. "That's impossible," Fredrick said, confused. "That's not what I wanted to hear from you, Fredrick," Angela said. "What I wanted to know is why you're marrying me." Fredrick was deafeningly quiet. He fixed his gaze on Angela. "Because I like women with your wit and calmness," he explained. "What you wanted was a TV anchorwoman or a TV broadcaster, not a wife," Angela stated flatly. "I should put the two paintings in your car. " "You have to be in a relationship before discussing marriage," Leonardo interjected. Fredrick responded, "Please, let’s get into another level of a relationship, Angela. I want to get to know you better. " "You're making me feel out of place," Leonardo said. "You can discuss that later." Leonardo is right." Fredrick smiles at Angela. "Always remember that three is a crowd. Maybe we can talk about your other painting, Leonardo. C
Angela spent another sleepless night in the pink room after dinner at Red Elephant Restaurant. And Lara's enraged gaze that was fixed on her was troubling. Leonardo's decisions were centered on her, including his command. "Find Esmeralda's killers." Leonardo's voice was constantly reverberating in her head. And no matter how hard she tried to push it away to think about it later, it popped up now and then. So, at ten p.m., she decided to take a breather outside the house. It was a cold night outside in the swing. Angela, on the other hand, was unconcerned. She wished to wash away the events of the restaurant. Leonardo's disparaging remarks about Lara and Lara's uncontrollable sarcasm about her are a silent war for her against Lara. But the hardest of Leonardo's statements to Angela that night was when he said, "No, it's not just an ordinary statement, it sounds more like a command. "Find Esmeralda's killer." Angela leaned against the swing's back support to think about what Leonardo h