Opening the glass door of her office, I felt like I'm so guilty, seeing her writing those papers in her left hand. Seeing her so young, innocent, and pure. I remember Aiden and what he did earlier making me pissed, but seeing her with such a face made it wipe all away. I think I need to set aside house issues.
I am here at the Collector's Gallery; there is no room for the crappy feelings; it'll affect my job in a significant way. Likewise, I'm the manager here, and my boss Ofelia is very intimidating. I held myself wiping those guilt inside, placing it somewhere temporarily.
"Excuse me, Miss Olivine, I have some papers; please sign in here." I came and stood beside her.
"What is it? "She tilted her head and caught her gaze.
"It's an exhibit, Olivine," I replied, not blinking.
"Who's from? "She softly asked. Every time I hear her voice, it's like music to my ear.
"From your sister Ofelia."
"What kind of exhibit for the collectors or the jewelry? "Tilting her head down and looking back at the screen monitor.
"It's a naked painting for the Art Collector's Gallery, and thereafter, whoever wins the prize, it'll be auctioned for the masterpiece," I explained.
"Okay, place it there."
"Ma'am, Ofelia wanted now," she demanded.
"I won't sign it; I'll have a word from my sister first, and you can leave now, thank you," she said, without looking at me; she's just staring at the monitor screen.
"Wait, what is that on your wrist? Is that makeup or something? "Olivine stood up and gently held my wrist, checking herself.
"Who?"
I was stunned. How come she sees it? I stepped back when she came near and stood in front of me. Taking a glimpse outside the door.
"I won't repeat myself, Katarina, "she whispered.
"Nothing, just the kids jumped and grabbed my wrist for them to carry for bedtime," I replied. I knew she's angry; it's very obvious seeing her jaw gritted, but she held herself back.
"Have this," she said, opening one of the drawers beside her.
"A concealer? "I ask, and she nodded.
"It helps my skin if I get some bruises and scratches when I have my exercise and sparring mates. Let me," she offered.
I watched her place those magic remedies over my skin to cover the bruises, and the moment it made me sick of what happened to her genuine concern for my being.
"I know how it looks if someone grabbed a woman's wrist," she explained, and I froze.
"It needed strong hands to create this, and not just a kid," she said, adding another layer of concealer. I held myself not to give in. Looking at pulled a mini antiqued drawer on top side table, seeing a card on her hand.
"Concealer and a counselor are two different words, and their meaning depends on how you choose," she said, watching her still holding gently rub my wrist using her left thumb. The bruise is going to look good as new, but there is thick concealer on top of it.
* * *
"What the hell, Ofelia? Why—"
"What's the fuss, sis? "Elegantly sat on her chair.
"Nude painting here at the gallery, huh? Nice. Brava, are you serious? This is a disaster!? "
"Yes, pretty damn I am. I even invited Orianna, our cousin, to attend, and her lover, whoever that person is, and please consider lowering your voice," she said, looking around concerned about her sister's behavior.
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Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW
Short Story[COMPLETED] [women-loving-women] WLW What is love,when she's already committed? Olivine is grieving of a loss of her beloved wife, since that day she couldn't feel any emotions any attachments left we're all gone the trauma of being alone. Struggle...
