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chapter 37: Arnold

The painting was surreal, so beautiful and yet a hidden meaning. I didn't know much about art but I always had a fair share of admiring pieces. Some of them were in my own house but I couldn't believe how talented she was. No wonder if we let women free, they can do extraordinary things.

I changed my suit and wore the comfy crinkled button down shirt along with a trouser. I was drying my hair with a towel when she came into the room, still dressed in that paint tainted summer dress. I watched as she took out her dress and made her way towards the bathroom, ignoring my presence but her shoulders tense.

I made my way downstairs to have dinner when I found Polly placing the platters in the dining hall.

"Who made dinner today?" I asked her because I was already getting used to her taste.

"Miss Camellia, she made everything up and I helped her" Polly told me as she settled the last platter in the middle.

"I'll be in the living room, call me when Camellia will be down here" I informed
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