Victoria's eyes widened in surprise as she saw Alexander Harrington stepping into the studio. A rush of emotions flooded her—shock, curiosity, and a hint of vulnerability. She hadn't expected to see him here, in the midst of their quest for truth within the ancient canvas.
"Mr. Harrington, what are you doing here?" Victoria asked, her voice a mix of astonishment and curiosity.
Alexander, too, seemed taken aback by the unexpected encounter. "I... I was drawn here. Something compelled me to follow the threads of destiny," he replied, his gaze fixed on the 'Eternal Canvas.'
His piercing gaze fixed on the 'Eternal Canvas,' a mixture of surprise and intrigue etched on his face. Victoria and Maya stood frozen, unsure of what to expect next.
Alexander's voice broke the silence. "What... what is this?"
Victoria hesitated, the weight of the moment bearing down on her. "I... we're not sure. It seems to be a part of an ancient legacy tied to this art studio."
