The secrets she wanted to know were already making her impatient. On the other side, there's Elliott, who didn't speak a word for another minute. Lauren was close to thinking that may be he didn't hear her.
"And how are you so sure that it's my painting?" he finally asked, breaking the silence. Lauren took a deep breath before answering, trying to keep her voice steady.
"I just have a feeling," Lauren said, hoping it would be enough to convince him. But Elliott wasn't convinced. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her with a sceptical expression.
"That's not good enough," he said. "I need more than just a feeling." Lauren bit her lip, feeling frustrated and helpless. She knew that she had to find a way to prove to Elliott that she was right, but she didn't know how. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.
