Selma Payne's POV:
I was so mesmerized by the painting that I didn't hear Emma and Jordin's shouts.
In the end, they shook me a few times before I came back to my senses. The girls jumped in shock and asked worriedly, "What's wrong, Selma? You were in a daze while staring at the painting just now. We even went close to your ear to call you, but you didn't respond. Have you been too tired recently? Why don't we call it a night and rest first?"
I shook my head and recollected my thoughts. "It's nothing, I might have... drank a little too much, so I didn't react."
Everything disappeared when I raised my head to look at the draft again. The angry goddess, the innocent baby, the despicable man, and the fluttering moth. There was nothing on the canvas, only colors of various sizes. It was as if everything I had just seen was an illusion relying on paint.
But that vision was so clear that everything was happening before me.
