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Bai Xi's Pov:
I pecked him on his cheek and left him there, with a surprised look.
Well he must have really thought that I wouldn't tell him, but with how the night went, I followed my instinct and told him so.
And even if he knew that I am his wife then that is not an issue also. But there was only the look of surprise on his face and not that of realisation, so I think he still has not realised that I am his wife.
I got out of the elevator and unlocked my door and got inside. I am still tired with all the stuff that happened so I went straight to bed after finishing my nightly routine.
I was almost out, when my phone vibrated.
I checked it to see a text from an unknown number. I sleepily opened the message.
'I almost thought you wouldn't tell me.
Thanks for trusting me. I wouldn't break it.
Have a beautiful sleep and dream about me!
Good night!'
'I believe you.
Night!'
I replied and drifted off to a deep slumber, my problems forgotten for the day.
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I woke up due to the incessant ringing of my phone. I hate morning calls. I am half awake when I answered it, the person on the other line said, "Well if it isn't the Queen back to the kingdom."
I recognised the voice to be shia Lin's so I hummed her in response. "So when are you coming to the base and Don't you have college from tomorrow?"
"I'll drop at the base latter today. Also check things how things are with the Hao family these days. And I want a detailed report."
I said as I thought over all the things that I have to do today.
"Sure! So you are gonna stop by later?" She asked, her voice casual.
"Yes and before I come there, I have a few things scheduled for today. Gotta finish them all today itself. From tomorrow it's gonna be hard with school as well as with all the exhibitions lined up."
I said as I stood up from the bed and moved to the window. It's a light drizzle outside. And I realised it's gonna be a boring day.
I talked to shia lin for some more before hanging up and brewing a special cup of tea for to wake me up completely.
I took a long bath and got ready in a skinny jeans with a white spandex top with beige cropped jacket reaching the waistline of my jeans. As it is going to be a long working day I wore my casual sneakers to bear the whole day.
By the time I left house it was eight in the morning. My first stop for today is the City exhibition hall. I reached Perle La Vita center, it is an art exhibition center where country's best exhibition's take place.
It is an ancient building, popular for it's long standing history of arts and culture. The center is humongous constituting fifty minor halls for densely ranked exhibitions of all art and sometimes literary works. Along with this there are hundred moderate sized halls, exclusive for hosting global level exhibitions. It's a dream place for the all artists, as the atmosphere here brims with regality and age old breaths of legendary artists.
I reached the art center and parked in the underground parking lot before making my way all the way to the back. I entered the west wing of the academy building through the back door and walked to the restricted section which is exclusive to only the globally renowned artists and Literals.
Other than the few historically legendary artist there are only few others who have a room dedicated to them. Among the global ones there are only a single handful of people who got the chance to have even an inch of space here to display their work.
I went to the top floor, where I walked to the last door of the corridor. I stopped for a moment at the door and stared at the mural on the door. It was a hand painted beautiful lady, with ocean blue eyes, sitting on a fragile wing toying with a small doll with same pair of eyes and hair but small.
I stood staring at it for a moment before going inside the room. It's an oriental designed studio space with mirror wall on one side providing natural sunlight to the walls showcasing the paintings hanging on them.
There are only three walls and one mirror wall with a small balcony space all filled with arts and paintings.
This is my personal art room which was alloted to me a while after a few of my works got the recognition of the international art community. My first ever painting that came out, got sold for a million.
I have been painting my emotions off since so long ago that I don't even remember how I started. Well maybe it did since my mother's got her first episode and she took it out on me. Or maybe it was after my father divorced my mother and left her as a shell of herself, empty and broken.
I love painting as much as I hate it.
Because, though it has always allowed me a escape and has always been a way to scrape off my emotions in a way which allows me to feel something, other than pain and loneliness, it still is something which I have inherited from my late mother.
First it was her coping mechanism and then it became mine. I tried to stay away from it but couldn't when the emotions got too much and I couldn't find a way to vent it out.
I needed someone to hear my sorrows but I was all alone just like always and this was the only way I could find that allowed me a escape.
'Escape from the thoughts in my mind, from the pain on my body and the scars on my soul.'''
So I embraced it and it seems I was successful just like my mother as I was able to sold off my first ever painting when I was eight.
I have hated it in the starting because it always reminded me of her, my deranged mother, but then later in my loneliness it became my friend, something totally mine. Mine to built and mine to cast.
And so here I am as one of the global elite artist. And a resident fellow member of the committee of members of artisans. Though I work through an alias and only need to vote in the major decision and not exactly be present in person. And when I am not out doing mission or attending school, I spend most of my time here, holed up in this room painting my emotions off.
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