Afton Family Portrait の小説・ストーリー

She hadn’t changed much because I could tell right away it was her. On the following pages, I saw pictures of Ashton and his siblings together with their parents when they went to Japan. He was young back then. I could tell Ashton was older than Axel by one year when the photos were taken, according to the dates. He still looked like Axel from every angle. As I continued to scan the pages, I saw him grow into a teenager and eventually into an adult.

It was surrounded by a huge portico and was situated right in the middle of the vineyard. Family photos were beautifully arranged on the walls along the stairs. In fact, most of the walls in the house held photo frames. Katherine took a moment to look at some of them while Ashton stood there studying her every move. There were pictures of his Grandma and grandpa from their adulthood, then pictures with their children and grandchildren. A particular picture caught her eyes, one with a young couple with a toddler in their hand. The man, who was clad in a suit dress looked exactly like Ashton, just a few years old may be and the women was elegantly dressed with a pearl necklace around her nec

It was me, my mom, my dad, and his dad, his mom, and him. "What are these?" I mumbled scrutinizing every picture. The biggest picture at the center was a picture of two children. A boy and a girl, the boy looked like Arrow and the girl looked like me when I was young. The portrait was named 'Black and Red' The second portrait contains them: Arrow and his parents, Mr. Black and Mrs. Heliana. Entitled to 'Smith' The third portrait was me and my family. 'Woodwords' There was a picture of my family and him. 'American Mafia'

It was as if the currents of time had carried away that younger version of herself. [Hesper looked beautiful even as a child. She has always been beautiful.] "Rickard hated getting his picture taken and only has one per year," Ernest added, shaking his head with a smile. He turned a page and came across a photo that left everyone in silence. It was a family portrait. Rickard looked much younger. Brigette and Rickard's father were still alive, holding Rickard between them, while Ernest stood beside them. It looked warm and cozy.

One consistency, however, were the stone-gray eyes of the men of the family. Lena paused at a portrait of a family, and Lena knew simply by the arrogant expression on the child's face that it was from Renz's youth. The portrait was highly stylized, with Renz's father dominating the frame with his broad shoulders, focused eyes, and proud face, yet the artist had done an impeccable job of conveying the air of mischief that remained in Renz's spirit throughout his adulthood. The child-Renz's straight mouth looked as if it was just on the brink of becoming a smirk, and his gray eyes twinkled with impish secrecy.

Her meaning to him was extraordinary. "It should be fine. Go ahead and look. I'll wait outside." Mrs. Cooper was worried that Elliot would be home at any time. Avery sat down on the chair and opened up the photo album. It was the Foster family's old family album. Some of the photos had turned yellowish with age. There were photos of both Elliot and Henry from when they were children. Other than that, there were also photos of Shea. She knew that Shea's photos were also in the album because there was an inscription on one of the photos.

They were all awards she dreamed to own someday, Aiden and his father had an impressive collection, it showed all their hard work paid off and she was determined to work twice as hard. She stopped to admire the portraits of his family on the wall. He never striked her as the type to keep pictures of his family on the wall because there were no pictures of his family in his house or maybe he kept them in his den which she wasn’t allowed to go into. The late Mr Braithwaite was indeed a handsome man, it was no doubt he’d have been a heartbreaker in his youth. Aiden was the spitting image of his father, maybe more handsome. The next picture was a family picture taken on a vacation in Mexico. Spe

Theon cuddled her tightly before pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. Rhys’ jaw clenched and unclenched as the memory faded away into the dust of what was once a vibrant room. There was one object that stood out the most in the darkened room, and that was the family portrait, one that the public didn’t see, one that was personal, and it was above the fireplace. There was nothing special about it. There were no royal outfits to be worn, and instead, it was a natural portrait of his parents and himself as a child sitting outside on the blanket in the woods. It was a picnic. “It’s a nice picture.”

Arthur continued the introductions, pointing toward the back. "Back here are Eden and me." The two brothers smiled confidently in the portrait, standing behind the rest of the family as though they were protecting everyone. Then he pointed to the other side. "And over there is Princess Luna... and beside her is Prince Ryan." Everyone wore warm smiles, making the family portrait seem filled with warmth and togetherness, as though all happiness had gathered within that single painting. I listened to their explanation in silence, but something slowly began to change before my eyes.

Victoria looked through them, her heart full. "This one," she said, holding up a photo. "This is the one." The photo showed the whole family—forty-two people, spanning five generations. Victoria and Nathaniel in the center, their children around them, their grandchildren at their feet. Patricia in her chair, her hand on Daniel's shoulder. Everyone smiling. "It's beautiful," Nathaniel said. "It's us," Victoria replied. "All of us." The portrait was framed and hung in the hallway.