The painting room was dimly lit, with the only source of light coming from the window facing west. Paulina was seated on a wooden chair, focused on her painting, trying to perfect every stroke of the brush.
She had spent the past night here. It was the only place she seemed to feel safe, and she didn't want to be a burden to Alicia by clinging to her.
She had been spending her time painting, as it seemed to help her get her mind off everything that had happened lately.
Alicia had described her looks and even drawn samples of how she usually dressed to give Paulina an idea, so she tried to get a picture of it in her head and make a nice portrait of her, a lot bigger than she had ever drawn her entire life.
She had been painting for a few hours when she heard footsteps outside. Her heart skipped a beat, and she tried to assure herself that she had heard it wrongly. Who could possibly come here?
