Julia“Dream of angels, son!” I whisper softly, getting out of his bed and leaving his room right after, closing the door carefully behind me.In the hallway, I check the time on my wristwatch and think I have enough time to work a little on the Vitton sketches before my well-deserved rest. And as I walk down to the lower floor, I notice the quietness of this house, which is only not completely silent because of the sound of the rain falling outside. However, as soon as I enter the Bennett mansion’s office, I stop, mesmerized by the beautiful image of a storm playing with the wind while wetting the beautiful sleeping garden.“Time to get to work, Julia,” I say to myself, putting aside this relaxing view and spreading some colored pencils and graphite that will help me develop the lines and textures I need to bring my ideas to life. I spend hours deciding between streets, landscapes, and gardens. Walls, partitions, doors, and windows. At some point, my eyes begin to protest, and I deci
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