Victor rolled his eyes in exasperation. "She's just using tactics and size. I can surely paint something of that size as well. Even bigger if I wanted to. She's lucky that she's passionate and diligent with art, while I . . . let's just say I prefer not to devote all my time to art alone."
Xin stifled a chuckle. "I'm sure that you can."
"Anyway, where's your painting?" Victor inquired, breaking the silence with genuine curiosity.
"At the back," Xin replied, gesturing towards the dimly lit halls where lesser-known artists displayed their work.
"They put you there, even though you're talented and Seraphina's your subject?" Victor asked, his confusion evident.
Xin shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat before responding. "Ah, well, I made a change."
