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Nadira sat on her stool covered in paint as she made small little details with the 5/0 paint brush. Painting was always one way Nadira can express herself without actually speaking.
Once she added another detail she leaned back from the art so she can see the full canvas. Nadira was painting a French country landscape with a couple standing there holding each-other.
It was beautiful.
Before she could even place her brush back on the canvas there was a call from her Mère.Swiftly putting down the brush Nadira wiped her hands off on her clothes that was already covered in paint.
"Oui Mère" (Yes Mother)
"Ne me 'oui, ma mère', es-tu prête?" (Dont 'yes mother' me are you ready)
Nadira knitted her eyebrows trying to remember what she's actually getting ready for but she couldn't remember for nothing.
"L'événement caritatif ?". Nadira mother, Amala questioned trying to refresh her memory. (The charity event?)
Nadira was even more confused, she didn't know what charity event her mother was talking about. "Quelle mère d'événement caritatif" (What charity event mother)
Amala practically yelled through the phone, "L'événement caritatif que votre père a organisé en votre nom. Ça commence moins de 20 minutes Nadira" (The charity event that your father has done in your name. It starts less than 20 minutes Nadira)
It took Nadira a few seconds before she remembered what charity event her mother was talking about.
Amala & Pascal knows how much they daughter loves art so Pascal has hosted an event so any artist can come and paint whatever they want and even sell them there if want.
A whole art museum exhibit basically
Nadira said a quick goodbye as she left her art studio heading to her bathroom. Honestly the charity event haven't once crossed her mind, once she's in her studio her mind is only focusing on her art.
Nothing more...
Nadira took almost an hour in the shower trying to scrub off the paint that stained her skin. The more she scrubbed the more her skin was turning red but she didn't care.
Careful getting out the shower Nadira wrapped a towel around her body as she stood in the bathroom mirror as she brushed her hair and teeth.
