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Elise's blue eyes were reflected on the glass that covered the old painting as if to protect the last painting that was treasuredly kept on a golden frame. She traced the woman who was drawn and no doubt was she a very beautiful woman. Her hair was light golden in color, her face was moulded delicately and although some of her features do resemble Ian, not everything was similar. Her droopy black eyes looked at the painting as if she was looking at the painter and her, who was standing watching it.
"She is a very beautiful lady," whispered Elise, very beautiful that she could understand why anyone would fall for her in the first sight. A shame that she had her beauty taken advantage by a man who doesn't love her, thought Elise. She had seen the written words on her diary and the lady appeared to be very thrilled about her relationship with the man who only betrayed her in result.
