After a round of looking around, Diamond found herself standing in front of one of Lady Helena's paintings and couldn't help but wonder.
'What really swims around in artists' minds?' she just couldn't understand why someone would paint such a painting.
It was so large and all blue. With so many shades of blue used on one canvas, she was crying for the loss of paint used on it. However, she couldn't say that out loud lest she offend the older lady.
Just because she didn't understand, it didn't mean that she would diminish and look down on other people's hard work openly. She could only say that in her heart and keep it locked in there.
"Do you like it?" while lost in the blue color, an unfamiliar female older voice rang in her ears, nearly startling her in place.
