He was a patient man.
He wouldn't mind to wait for the right time to reap what he thought he deserved.
He had lived in the dark for far too long, that happiness was such a foreign notion for him.
Until you crossed his path and awakened something dee...
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"She's very beautiful."
The painting filled up one whole section of the wall was life size, stood tall from ceiling to floor. It portrayed an elegant woman in her forties, with black hair and slim stature. She wore a lace grey top with sheer sleeves, paired with wrap around hanbok skirt and classic black pumps. She looked like Mr. Kim so much that it didn't take a genius to guess that both of them were related.
"My mother was beautiful, yes."
There was sadness in his expression, just like the woman on the photo. Her eyes, -though pretty and big, but looked miserable and soulless.
"Unfortunately, she died two years ago."
It reminded you of what Vittorio said about his family. Mr. Kim didn't get along too well with his father, he was closer to his mother. But then, you didn't think a man like Marco Romano could pose a good father figure. Not with the kind of job he did.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ..."
"It's okay. I asked to create this portrait to remember her."
"She looked just like you."
He stepped forward, rubbing his thumb lightly on the canvas, his eyes were staring blankly to the photo.
