¹𝘾𝙃𝙄𝘼𝙍𝙊𝙎𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙊 | Hannibal Lecter✓

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YEARS LATER

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"IT IS A MASTERPIECE"

"Have you seen the dynamic? The colorism? It is outstanding, absolutely ahead of our time."

"She has outdone herself again, how is that even possible?"

The chattering and gossip followed by signs over the works filled the crowded British gallery. The grey afternoon soon became darker outside, and the modern construction served as a temple to modern art for some years now.

Even reporters and journalists from all parts of the globe gathered in that space to admire and write about one of the most well-known artists of all time who had evolved the terms of aesthetics and beauty.

"We are here at the most prestigious gallery in England, set in London, the Bhalnni Gallery which is now 10 years old, it is working on its new exposition gathering all works of its' owner, the entrepreneur and artist revolutionist, Alice Mallory. The profits gained in the entrance to admire the rarest her rarest and unseen collections will be donated to The Bree Mallory Foundation, created by the entrepreneur to help children in vulnerable environments and households." The redheaded reporter spoke clearly with a perfect intonation to the camera. "Our crew managed to get an exclusive interview with Miss Mallory and here she is." The journalist turned to blonde bleached woman in a dark gown that sparkled against the gallery's lights, a serene smile crossed her lips as she faced the camera. "Thank you for this opportunity, Miss Mallory. I believe I speak for us all when I say that this might be the greatest exhibition of our decade."

Alice chuckled. "You flatter me, Miss Lounds." Alice looked at her friend who appeared to be formal on camera. It has been a long time coming since 15 years ago when she still worked on that blog but now made it into a proper TV channel and trustable source. "Thank you for coming all this way from New York to appreciate my work."

"Can you tell us more about the newest and rarest pieces you promised to show to the public? I believe our audience is dying to know."Freddie lifted her eyebrows.

"Of course." She smiled softly. "These are paintings that I've made over the years, I consider them the most vulnerable and the most private parts of me, but that I now have full confidence to show the world, so maybe they can resonate with others, so they can relate to it. Maybe awaken even an emotion inside you." She explained calmly.

"It is indeed a respectful collection, hence, according to past interviews and biographies made on your persona, you've had a difficult past, Miss Mallory." Freddie read the card she had prepared for the occasion not to mess up. "Today marks your husband's death anniversary, is that correct?"

She nodded. "The night is entitled Will Graham for my dearest husband who died in service 15 years ago. He was the most noble, kind, and sincere man I've ever known. So, to remember him not in a sad aspect, today we celebrate in his honor." She completed her speech, trying not to show any sadness or hint of weakness.

Freddie nodded in agreement to her performance they had rehearsed to speak before the interview. "It is rumoured that the collection entitled 'Virginia' is about your three years of marriage by his side, how can you describe it to us?"

"Its is very delicate collection, it has much of our life back then, when we decided to live with some distance from society, where we had this wooden house in the snow, with dogs all over the picture, just as the painting." The two smiled. "I wanted this collection to represent joy, to make you feel warm when you glance at it. Like a capsule of memories."