Third Person POV
It was the previous night when Evelyn was watching her mother walk through the door.
"You could hang it up here," Natalie instructed one of the movers with a polite smile etched onto her face as she pointed at the wall in front of them.
Evelyn walked over, watching as the movers helped to hang up the painting, curiosity laced her tone as she questioned her mother. "Mum, what's going on? Why did you suddenly buy a new painting again? Didn't you just get one a couple of days ago?"
Natalie only smiled. "Why not? I love this piece of work. There's no harm in getting more, right?"
Evelyn knitted her brows together in confusion as a frown crept onto her face. "I don't get why you like this painting, it's broken and it looks messy," she commented as her nose scrunched up together in disapproval.
