Celaine weaved her hand with the brush on the canvas as her painting slowly came to life. Colors shone brightly and beautifully as her masterpiece of a work was being spectated by everyone that was around her.
The loud sounds of her brush and her tapping on her color palette was resonating throughout the whole room as everyone stopped painting and just watched her.
She was far too into her painting that she didn't realize that there were people around them.
Because all she felt at the time was anger and jealousy that she tries to accept and move on for another time to find a chance like that for herself.
The people she's drawing looked different from Theodore and Anastasia were completely different, but the resemblance can be seen.
Anastasia was both embarrassed and curious as to why she was drawing that. She began to reminisce about what happened yesterday night.