Love and Obsession

2. Painting/Meeting Thomas Sharpe

Isabella's POV

I was sitting in front of my father's building with my canvas painting different images that came from my mind.

"Excuse me Madam but is this the right building for Cushing Business." I looked up and saw a man hearing his English accent. He was wearing a dark suit that was about 17 years outdated in the line of fashion but was trying in my eyes to make a good impression.

"Yes sir you are at the correct building." I said smiling up at him.

He was about to walk away but some of my drawings fell out of my binder I started to hurry trying to get them. The man was helpful enough get some of them of the ground for me.

"Your drawings and paintings are really beautiful. Were these drawn from life?" The man held some of my drawings and one of my small paintings looking at them.

"Yes sir most of them are." I said surprised.

"Well as I have said they are quite exquisite. Are any of the small paintings for sale?" He asked pointing at some of the same paintings that I had laid out on the sidewalk.

I was shocked some people did buy paintings and some people bought my drawings over the years. But know one has ever purchased my small portraits due to them being what most people considered to be dark and eerie.

"Um yes sir they are for sale but you see sir no one has ever wanted to purchase these before." I said still shocked.

The man picked up to small paintings the one was a young woman with tears in her eyes in a long white nightgown and other was a painting of a young child in a nursery alone.

"I wish to purchase these two from you?" He asked holding the two paintings.

"You may sir virtue betrayal and alone darkness are $10.00 a piece. I said telling him how much the paintings were.

The man gave me $20.00 smiling as put the money in my hands. I then wrapped the two paintings for him.

Once the paintings were wrapped I handed them to him as he placed them in his briefcase.

"Madame, May I ask what is your name?" He asked while picking up his bags.

"My name is Isabella Cushing. What is your name?" I asked trying to hide my smile.

"My name is Thomas Sharpe. Are you related to Carter Cushing?" He asked curiously.

"Yes I am one of his daughters. By the way good luck on the meeting you'll need it." I said trying hard not to sound harsh.

"Thank you, well good day." Thomas said as he tipped his hat to me.

I sat up and curtsied to him. He walked away as I sat back down continuing to finish my painting.