Frontwards Flower, on the white painted smooth wall was a captivating, eye-catching, enormous portrait. It was so beautifully painted. This unfathomably exhilarated her, solely because it was an outstanding painting of her.
Flower grinned widely. And then a wholehearted chuckled followed after. 'I can't believe he actually drew me that day while I was fishing for a salmon. No wonder he took so long to finish what he was painting that day. Damn, it's so beautiful. He even drew my hair as the wind blew it by sideways,' Flower blushed inwardly.
From the moment she knew Anthony was an artist, she had always wanted him to draw her, of course who wouldn't want that? In spite of that, she didn't know how to ask, or how to make him willingly do so for her. She knew Anthony was talented, and she had always imagined him making a portrait for her in her head. And she didn't even know how to ask.
