"Come then, let me show you." Taking the lead, Carlos headed first inside, pushing open the door and stepping in to put on the lights for her to see.
Keeping the door open for her, he ushered her in before closing it behind him.
"My studio," he announced.
Inside the cabin, Kiera was met with an explosion of creativity.
Everywhere she looked, there were canvases, sculptures, and fabrics, all speaking the language of art.
To say she was in awe of it was an understatement.
Everything was perfectly crafted and drawn. The colours and the canvases were like images or even people coming to life.
The details. Words could not describe how she felt except for being lost. Slowly, she blinked, taking everything before her in, sweeping her gaze around to make sure not one piece escaped her line of sight.
While she loved every piece before her, however, what caught her attention the most was a particular series of paintings, each featuring the silhouette of a girl bathed in different hues.
