#Chapter41
2 years ago
Crystal
I was exploring the hallways admiring various handcrafted vases and paintings. Romero mansion was one fine specimen when it came to art. Even the pillars were engraved with deep details. The entire decor resembled the interior of some palace. My fingers slowly grazed over sharp carvings of a wooden pot. In the Volkov mansion, I never saw something as fascinating as this. Don never lets us decorate. He didn’t like beautiful things around after mother passed away. He threw all her collections and artifacts in the basement, where she used to spend most of her time painting. My mother was a great artist. Her portraits were famous all-around Russia. That’s how my elder sister Insia acquired such talent. She is great with sculptures and modern art. On the other hand, I am a total stranger to such things. My fingers shake bad when it comes to holding a paintbrush. Although, when it comes to science...
