Can a promise made over a century ago still be fulfilled in today's modern world that is now ruled by lust, greed, cheap thrills and meaningless sex ??
Read to find out.
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April 18th 2023
Location; Philadelphia PA
Silvester stands off to the right while letting his wandering optics take in all the souls who had dressed in their best attire to see the many art pieces his hands had created.
To him, it was a different versions of himself that he was okay with allowing others to see, feel and disgust. After all, he was the best artist in his region all while keeping his identity a secret. Not even those who had control of letting others see his work of art knew what he looked like and he loved it.
He found it easier to express the real .. raw him without a face knowing that once he had stepped from the shadows people would only care about his looks.
He was a handsome man in fact, he often caught women lusting over him to the point they'd get out of character and make advances at him. Over the years he learned to deal with them and laughed at the measures they went to seduce him.
He adjusts his tie with his right hand and grabs a glass of champagne from the caterer walking by with his left then brings the glass to his nose, getting a sniff of the notes and attributes within the expensive alcoholic beverage. A smile tugs at his lips when a group of women standing in front of his newest piece of work begin to whisper amongst each other.
"I bet the artist is hot!" One speaks causing him to smirk and bring the brim of the glass to his lips. His brown optics scan over her body that from the back looked amazing. Her plump derriere filled out her dress perfectly causing him to stare longer than he had intended.
"Right! There's something about his artwork that has me flustered!" Another adds taking a step closer to his art piece. Silvester's thick brushy brows knit together when she reaches for the canvas, wanting to touch it as a way of being close to him but her friend quickly swats her hand away.
"Omg stop you know we're not allowed to touch the art, don't get us kicked out!" The woman rolls her eyes that return back to the canvas. She pulls her cherry red bottom lip between her teeth and closes her eyes hoping that her vivid imagination could give her an idea of who the artist was behind the canvas only for her to come up with a blank page.
"He's probably French you know their men are walking art pieces." Her Friend comments, running her fingers through her jet black, bone straight hair.
"Nah I'm thinking maybe middle Eastern, something about the way he paints gives me Arab!" Another adds.
"The both of you are wrong he's giving very much Spanish Papi! Look at his initials and the way he writes his S." Silvester knits his brows when she points at his signature then scoffs and rubs his goatee as the group of women try to pinpoint his ancestry; all their assumptions being wrong.
"Whatever he is I bet he's fine, the way he pays attention to detail is amazing, I don't see a single flaw in any of his work!" One of the woman voices slowly looking at the other canvases pinned along the wall while the sound of her heels echo throughout the art expo.
