A Sister?

"Pack a bag, you're staying at my place tonight." He ordered.

I looked at him with a stunned look.

"No way! I'm not going. I'm staying here, my home." I adamant.

He sighed.

"Wen Wen, for once, just once, please do as I say." He said as if he begged.

"NO! I'm not a child Mr.Mu and frankly you cannot order me around, I thought we had this discussion already?" I mad at him.

He walked over to the corner of the room where my easel was and looked at the unfinished painting sitting on it.

Then his tone changed.

"I don't think you should be alone tonight after the news you received, and my place has a guest room. So I would feel better knowing you were not alone."

He struggled with every word he just spoke, I now realized that he had a hard time with emotions.

"Hm, alright. You give me a minute." He nodded his head never taking his eyes off the painting.

Then I threw a few things in a bag and walked over to him standing by the easel.

"This is what you were drawing in Century Park, isn't it? The bride and groom in front of the fountain?" He asked.

"Yup, I started painting it that night."

"From what I can see, you are a very talented artist." He compliment me.

"Thanks Mr. Mu, now let's go." He smiled and took my bag from me and he was full of surprises today.

His penthouse was breath taking, from the marble floors in the hallway to the white walls and 2 story windows. The living room housed a beautiful dark blue sofa, a large square wood table in the centre and 2 leather wingback chairs, in a soft blue.

A long curtains hung from the floor to ceiling windows as the marble fireplace was the focal point of the room. Black and white pictures hung vertically on the walls in groups of three with various city scenes from around the world.

He came up behind me as I was staring at the pictures.

"Do you like these?"

I smiled.

"Yes, they are beautiful. Where did you get them?"

"I took them." He reply.

I whipped my head around, and the look on my face must have amused him because he started laughing.

"You took these?" I emphasized each word.

"You look so surprised Wen Wen. Photography is a hobby of mine." He said.

"Well, how would I know that Mr. Mu since you refuse to tell me anything about yourself always?"

I stood there and studied the photographs.

Then I smiled because at that moment I realized we had something in common, we were both artists.

So I painted pictures and he took them.

"Your home is beautiful, did you decorate it?" I asked.

"No, my sister did."

I looked at him confused.

"You have a sister?" I asked.

"Yes and she is an interior designer, she did this place and my office building."

I nodded my head up and down.