234 Free Butterfly

The painting speaks of a memory of the untold past.

There at the canvass, a girl wearing a white ribbon was sitting on a tree house with a boy sitting by her side. The girl's eyes were following a free butterfly with a purest smile painted on her lips. The boy on the other hand was fixated on the girl, with the warmest smile and eyes that scattered nascent rays. His eyes gave Simione some sense of familiarity, a warm comfort, a color of home. She lingered in the feeling and soon without reason, a sudden tear crept through the girl's eyes. 

"Madam…"

The servant's voice pulled Simione back to reality. Couldn't explain her sudden tears that everyone surely noticed, she immediately stepped back and walked away without a word. Everyone who was left in the gallery followed their madam's silhouette wondering what suddenly made her emotional but none of them dared to follow and bother her.