When Flower was done helping Regina with the dishes. She rinsed her hands, then she casted a glance towards the corner which Regina had aimed the morning dew container.
She took a transparent black water bottle from the place where multiple cups were arranged. Mostly because Anthony prefers all his stuffs having the colour black, this was her reason for choosing a black coloured water bottle.
Flower then distributed some morning dew into the water bottle, filling it up to the brim. Then after she was done, she covered it and held it beside her.
She heaved a voluminous sigh. 'He will have to accept it. I hope he does. If he doesn't accept this then I'm afraid that I'll have to be experiencing the worst from him,' she thought, 'I need to give this to that scoundrel as soon as possible. Unfortunately, if he doesn't accept it, then I would still have more time in preparing another reward for him.'
With that thought, Flower wanted to leave the kitchen. However, she realized that she doesn't really know the passageway which led to Anthony's painting room. The mansion was too colossal for her to have been able to tell which room is which, thus in that case she was absolutely hopeless about the passageway leading to Anthony's painting room.
Turning towards Regina who was still busy doing some housework, "Mrs Regina. If you don't mind, can you lead me to Anthony's painting room? I'm not really too familiar with the passageway that leads to the room," Flower said.
"Just give me a minute," Regina replied.
Regina promptly rounded up everything which she was doing. She washed her hands and cleaned them briefly with a multicoloured mini towel. Indicating that she was done with what she was doing, she placed down the towel.
"Let's go, Young Lady," Regina proposed.
Inwardly, Flower was going to make sure that she took note of every route they passed by, incase she needed to come back there in the nearest future, or incase she needed to speak with Anthony.
Flower followed Regina closely, they walked side-by-side once again. Both of them met Horatio on the way, however he seemed to be busy and didn't notice that both Regina and Flower just passed by.
Horatio was wearing a knapsack sprayer on his back. Flower knew that knapsack sprayer were used in fumigating a house due to excess insects and pests. Flower couldn't believe that Anthony was actually serious about fumigating the whole house just for her.
'I've never met someone as crazy as him. He's even having poor Horatio fumigate the whole house just for my sake. Oh heavens!'
The thought of this slowed Flower's movement. Seeing that Regina had moved faraway from her. Flower hastily snapped out of it and hasted her legs further towards Regina.
Soon enough, Regina finally led her to the painting room of the enormous mansion. Flower saw the exact door which she had saw back when it was her first time coming towards the door. She dreaded that door to the core and couldn't help but shiver whenever she saw the door.
"We are there," Regina said, "I'll get going now."
"Okay sure," Flower replied as she watched Regina the slowpoke walk away from the room door. She watched her until she was out of sight, even Flower knew that Regina would have been wondering why she wasn't going in just yet. But then she would have reasoned that it's Flower's choice, whether she desires to go into the room or just stay by the door.
Flower gripped the water bottle harshly. Finally looking away from Regina who was out of sight. Her heart raced slightly, it was obvious that Flower dreaded Anthony.
'Hopefully, after this I wouldn't owe him anything. Then I'll be able to take my life in peace.'
Flower took in a deep breath and glared at the doorknob like it was some sort of a dangerous villain which she needed to overcome and get rid of.
She took a deep breath once again, then sluggishly but determinedly, Flower led herself more closer towards the door.
'Oh heavens! Support me!'
This was the last thought she witnessed before gradually attempting a knock.
'Knock! Knock!'
No one answered, then the moment she wanted to attempt a second batch of knocking, Anthony's voice sounded from inside the room.
"Come in!" He said.
Flower quickly withdrew her knuckles from the door, she instantly clenched on the doorknob and attempted a press. With that done, she opened the door and poked her head inside.
Fortunately for Flower, the room's chandeliers and bulbs were all litted up this time. Giving a more brighter, beautiful and captivating view of the art museum which Anthony had created for himself.
After taking a sly peek inside, then she opened the door fully and went in carefully. She held the water bottle closely beside her and gradually move into the room more and more.
This was when she saw Anthony sitting on a stool. He was wearing an apron above his earlier outfits, probably to avoid getting his clothes stained with paints. In front of Anthony was a large portrait which he was still working on.
This was the exact portrait which Flower had seen earlier when she came into the room. Back then when she was about to touch it, Anthony came in and caught her red-handed. When she had perceived the painting back then, Flower had guessed he was still working on it, now her guess have been confirmed.
Flower could see that he had really progressed in the painting he was currently working on and it has already became a little more better than that of yesterday. Although still yet, Flower couldn't still derive the gender of what Anthony was drawing. The painting still needed some essential part of it to be drawn in order to be able to tell what gender it was. And no one knows, It might end up turning out to be a nonliving thing that he was drawing.
"It's you?" Anthony said without bothering to check properly if truly it was Flower or not. It seems he has his own way of knowing whom it was. Perhaps it was a werewolf thing.
"Err… yes… it's me," Flower said with a little dread showing in her voice.
"Have a sit," Anthony offered. He pointed towards a stool which was a bit closer to him.
"No I'm fine," Flower rejected Anthony's kind offer. "I came…"
Anthony interrupted Flower's sentence halfways, he replied to Flower's first sentence still facing his painting calmly.
"It wasn't an offer but an order."
Flower rolled her eyes, knowing fully that Anthony wouldn't be able to see her doings. She unwillingly walked towards Anthony and towards the stool which was beside him and which he had pointed at for her.
Flower walked close enough and sat on the long stool close to Anthony's abode.
"I came to…"
"I didn't say you should speak yet," Anthony cut Flower's sentence short, "I'm about to draw an important part of the painting, don't distract me with your words."
Flower could feel a slight pinch of annoyance growing inside her. Anthony's words had managed to infuriate her, she wasn't planning to stay here for long, all she just wanted to do was give him the morning dew and leave immediately. Not like she enjoyed his company anyways, and now he was even being a rude.
"Hmph!" Flower made a sound of displeasure, she rolled her eyes rampaciously. Later on, she began to stare at the what Anthony was drawing. Although she had huge resentment towards Anthony, she was still quite curious to know what he was drawing. However, she didn't want to ask him, instead, she just prefer to observe. But Flower was sure not to get too angry at Anthony's words, she knew perfectly that as an artist one needed to be in a solemn, calm, quiet and inspiring place to be able to draw perfectly and beautifully. Art can't be rushed, if one was to rush art then instead of ending up with a magnificent outcome, one would end up getting a minimal outcome.
Anthony sighed and smiled slightly, "Wonderful!" He mumbled audibly. Staring continuously at his artwork with a fixated gaze.
Flower glared at the work of art which Anthony seemed so happy about. However Flower couldn't really see any tangible progress in the portrait, all she could see were sketches, outlines and shades. She then reasoned that perhaps since she wasn't a professional artist then she wouldn't have been able to see the true glories of the painting until it's fully done.
Anthony dropped the pencil in his hand on the table surface. He took off his gloves and placed them on the table surface next to the pencil which he had just dropped and other painting equipment which were present on the table.
He exhaled, cleaning his hands with a white towel, he spoke amidst doing that. "I'm glad that you could be patient enough and take your time in waiting for me."
"Why have you come here then? I believe you wouldn't have come here without a reason of some sort, right?"
Flower pointed the water bottle towards Anthony. "I came to give you this," Flower said. Finally she was now able to successfully complete her sentence without having Anthony interrupting her in midway.
Anthony glanced down at what Flower was pointing towards him with a raised eyebrow.
Breaking the awkward silent, "It's morning dew and it's fresh. I got it especially for you, please have it," Flower said, still pointing the water bottle towards Anthony. She stared directly at Anthony's face to grasp his reaction. Perhaps he may like it and perhaps he may not.