Reina nodded, feeling a sense of connection to the painting.
"It is beautiful," she agreed, her voice tinged with sadness. She wondered who the woman in the painting was, and what story lay behind those eyes.
As Xenia carefully set the painting aside, Reina's attention returned to the scattered papers on the desk
Xenia looked between them, her expression one of confusion and concern.
"What is going on?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.
"Wait..." Matthew's voice broke through the silence, his eyes suddenly drawn to the painting. Xenia had just placed it back, but something about it seemed to captivate him.
He walked over and picked it up, carefully taking a rag from his pocket. He knelt down, gently wiping off the dust, revealing more of the intricate details that had been hidden beneath the grime.
