Looking at the canvas, Madeline saw blurry images flash in front of her eyes, and she stopped walking. Somewhere in the distant part of her mind, she heard voices speak.
'Are all these done by you?'
'Hmm.'
'All?' She asked doubt in her voice.
'No, I stole them from an artist,' replied the male's voice. For some reason her cheeks turned warm. Not knowing what caused it, she placed both her hands on her cheeks.
She wondered what that was about. Making her way towards the canvas and the person, who stood behind the canvas, Madeline caught sight of a slender looking woman, who held black charcoal in her hand.
