Portrait Of An Unknown Woman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I stopped at one and looked at it for a long time. A woman. Dark-haired, pale-skinned, wearing something that placed her in the last decade of the previous century. Young. Twenty, perhaps twenty-two. She was looking at the painter with an expression I recognized the way I recognized things that lived in my own face, something composed over the top of something else, the something else visible only if you were specifically looking for it. Underneath the composure: uncertainty. Underneath the uncertainty: something that might have been fear. I looked at her for a long moment and moved on.

This is what Desmond has been hiding -an attic? I drew near one for the frames and drew the sheets down. My jaw dropped, faced with a portrait painting of myself. Or of a woman who looked exactly like me. Sitting among a bed of woven flowers and pines, the pose was familiar to Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa. It might have been a replica, in fact. She was draped in a majestic black with a calm almost unnoticeable smile on her lips. The second didn't look like much of a hand painting. It had to be photographed. But it looked so perfect.

My jaw dropped to the ground the moment I stepped into the penthouse. It wasn't just a penthouse… rather an atelier. Several canvas boards, each with different beautiful paintings lined in the room. My breath caught in my throat as my gaze stilled over one of the paintings. A painting of a woman standing before a mirror. The woman in the painting was naked, her back skin was cracked, stitched together with threads. Hair tattered, and skin dirty… Then her reflection. It was a different person. Perfectly dressed, looking beautiful and happy… Like the other woman was broken so the one in the mirror could be happy.

Though her face was veiled, her aura spoke volumes about elegance, majesty, and an ethereal beauty that made Ariana's heart ache for something unnamed. "Who... who is she?" Ariana whispered, hardly knowing she'd spoken. The woman in the painting seemed to be so very familiar, yet Ariana knew she had never seen her before. This figure was entrancing, shrouded with mystery and power. Ariana's eyes wandered down the image to the thick, dark rope coiled near her hand, almost as if it was set aside, waiting for something. Ariana leaned in, her fingers extended to touch the painting, when-

The moment it was revealed, the room fell silent and I could have sworn I heard gasps. A woman stood in the center of the painting, her back to the viewer, dressed in soft shades of blue and white. She was surrounded by people, yet somehow... she seemed completely alone. I had asked him to paint it a while back but I had waiting till tonight for the big reveal and damn, it looked good. Matteo smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "This piece hasn't been named yet. It’s about seeing someone, knowing them, understanding them... but never being able to reach them the way you want to."

Edna froze. She then turned and looked at the mirror on the wall. Tears streamed down her face as she gazed at herself in the mirror. Even though she was half human, it didn't look like it. Her features looked perfect. Her eyes were blue, her skin white, her hair, despite being curled, it was so long. She wanted to smile to adore her beauty but she didn't know how she should. Her heart felt bitter. It wasn't her fault that she was beautiful. Turning to Theresa, "I didn't create myself..."

Furthermore, each step was lined with a plush, crimson runner, adding a regal touch to the ascent. As we continued to ascend the staircase, I saw portraits lining the walls alongside us, depicting a rich tapestry of family history. I saw my own image smiling back at me, frozen in time. However, whether I ever wore the dress depicted in that portrait was a lie. I had never worn the dress, but the face was mine, which instantly further confused me. Following my portrait, I encountered the unfamiliar faces of a man and a woman, their likenesses rendered with exquisite detail. The man's countenance exuded strength and confidence, while beside him, the woman radiated elegance and grace, her eyes

Clyde chuckled at her expression, choosing to stare at her instead. “Either we’ll gain a new member, or we’ll lose one.” He muttered. The woman is from their pack and she’s around three years older than them. “Have you compiled information about these things as well?” She was suddenly curious, but she wasn’t expecting him to actually nod.

Almost instantly, the whole room is flooded with light. I look around and realize it’s a small hallway with portraits on either side. Feeling like I’ve stumbled onto something private, I hesitate. But then my eyes go on the first portrait to my left. It’s of a beautiful woman with bright laughing eyes. I stare at the hand painted portrait, transfixed by the sight of it. There is something about the woman that makes my insides tingle in awareness. Who is she? I don’t realize how close I’ve gotten till my hand is resting on the frame.

Oh no I don't even know her age I really need someone to get me all that information. I quickly took the phone and asked my resources to get me all the details on Sarah. The person on the other end requested for some days’ time as she was a less social person and was studying in Australia so after a quick talk we settled for a week's time. I took a long breath and immediately got an urge to look at her and that's when I realized that I had no pictures of her with me. Just when I was in these thoughts, I heard a knock on the door. "Come in" I said and in walked my PA June.