Disgraceful

Chapter 12

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Day 3

As she watched him secretly while sitting on the settee, the suspicion that plagued her yesterday had completely diminished. At first, she wondered if he had any malicious intention to her, but he didn't make the slightest advance to her afterward. Not a bit, not at all. After thinking about it again, she realized that the idea was ludicrous.

He never leered at her like some men often did. He didn't try to come close to her or touch her, not at all. He never showed any sign of admiration. Most men tended to be gentle toward her, they spoke softly to her, they helped her immediately when she was in need, they gave what she asked for quite easily, but seemingly, this one was an exception. She thought his interest to her was purely for the purpose of the art project. She wondered what kind of woman could allure him. He looked cold and detached, heartless. Except for anger, she couldn't imagine another emotion would ever move him. She doubted he ever had experienced another emotion.

Suddenly, he raised his gaze from the canvas. She made it just in time to pretend to look at the mantelpiece behind him.

"The elf's face is half-finished now, though I still have to work on some details. Do you want to take a look?" He asked.

For a moment, she remained still. Though she preferred to stay in a proper distance from him, it would be impolite to deny his invitation. She rose up and walked toward him reluctantly, feeling some curious alertness that always assailed her everytime she was being too close to him. She stopped, turning to stand next to him and looked at the painting. In a second, she was captivated by the beauty.

"I can't believe it is me..." She stared at the image in fascination.

"You don't like it?" He watched her with a sidelong glance.

"No... It's just..... It's very beautiful, it's not like me. No, don't get it wrong, the detail is perfectly accurate, I mean, it's many times more amazing. I look... otherworldly here..." Her eyes lingered on the canvas, sparkling with pure admiration.

Otherworldly, it was a perfect word to define her beauty. Actually, he felt he could never be good enough to capture perfectly the beauty she possessed. In fact, for him the image depicted in the canvas was many times more amazing in real.

"It's brilliant. You're very talented."

Despite the boost of his pride, he replied nonchalantly.
"Many people can paint as well. You just haven't seen enough."