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Sylvia pursed her lips.
To be honest, anyone from the Westchester Art Association could do better than her. But if Sylvia
chose to be honest, she would definitely make Lily unhappy.
As Sylvia was pondering how to resolve this dilemma, Christopher stepped in with a smile, “Ah,
naturally Ms. Springsteen’s skills are on par with the professionals.” Lily looked at Sylvia excitedly,
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” was Sylvia’s stilted reply.
Lily smiled brightly.
Before Sylvia could breathe a sigh of relief, Lily added,” Ms. Ross, I heard that your paintings are hard
to find. Why don’t you do a demonstration for us and enlighten us with your skills?”
The hall quieted down once again as everyone turned their attention to Sylvia.
Sylvia was stunned. She choked on her words for a few seconds before she successfully uttered a full
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsentence.” Ms. Springsteen is too kind, but I don’t have any inspiration now. Perhaps another time?”
“It’s you who’s being humble, Ms. Ross. You are the
famous Sunflower. Even if you are not at your best, even your scribbles must be better than mine,” Lily
said.
Someone echoed Lily’s words.
“Ms. Sunflower, why don’t you grace us with a demonstration of your painting skills? I’ve never seen a
master at work with my own eyes.”
“Yeah, please do a live demonstration. I want to see Ms. Sunflower’s skills.”
Sylvia frowned and turned to Christopher for help.
She had no inspiration at all and she was not prepared to paint.
Christopher also found himself in a quandary.
While he was considering whether to reject the request on Sylvia’s behalf, there was a commotion from
behind. “Master Springsteen is here,” someone said.
“Is he here to see Ms. Sunflower paint?”
The crowd automatically parted to open up a path as Master Springsteen came over with the help of
his assistant. He looked very excited, as if he was looking forward to seeing Sylvia paint.
The assistant brought him a chair from the side.
After Master Springsteen sat down, he said to the crowd with a smile, “You guys continue, just ignore
me.”
Christopher immediately swallowed his thought of rejecting the request. He walked to Sylvia and said in
a small voice, “Sylvia, why don’t you just draw something? Just a simple item or a scenery.”
Sylvia frowned.
She wanted to tell everyone that she could not draw a thing now. It had been six months since she had
touched a brush or canvas now. She even felt as if she had started to forget how to hold a brush.
“Ms. Ross, is there a problem? Or do you really not feel like painting?” Lily asked.
Some of the guests started to grumble softly. “No way. Is she going to reject Master Springsteen as
well after saying no to Ms. Springsteen and us?” Christopher stepped in to defend her. “Ms.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSpringsteen, I believe Sylvia is thinking about what to paint now.”
He then shot a gaze at Sylvia, signaling her to simply paint something
Sylvia then looked at Lily.
The young lady was standing demurely nearby, with a constant smile on her face. She looked polite
and kind as her lips curved into a smile. Yet behind that fake smile was the nobility and aggressive
arrogance of the well family that she came from.
Sylvia’s eyes quickly scanned the crowd. Everyone was looking at her. If she rejected the request, it
would mean being disrespectful to everyone, including Master Springsteen.
With that many pairs of eyes on her, Sylvia walked to the table with the paper and tools and simply
picked up a brush. She dipped some paint and performed a stroke on the paper.
The crowd gathered closer to have a better look at what she was drawing
Even Master Springsteen extended his neck to have a better look at her painting. Everyone anticipated
her painting, except for the man with the towering figure, standing further away. He was looking at her
pale face through the crowd and his brows furrowed. ‘She’s good at painting, so why is she so reluctant
to paint now?’
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