Our Fixed Marriage
Lluna muttered, eyes still fixed on the canvas.
"I just commented, standard lang," her manager smiled, walking closer. It had been a while since they last saw Lluna painting with the curtains wide open. For him, it was definitely a good sign.
"Is this your new obra?" He scanned the canvas. Lluna was just in the starting stage, but he could already tell it would turn out beautiful, especially with the positive aura radiating from her.
Lluna could paint well regardless of her mood, but her work became truly magical whenever she was inspired and happy. It grew deeper, more meaningful, and bursting with life and color. It was the exact opposite of her downside moments, which only produced dark a
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