"Sis, what do you think?" Liam asked, squatting in front of her.
Elisa's eyes swept over the open field, her lips curving into a faint smile. Seeing so many people gathered at once felt strange and beautiful, a sharp contrast to the silence she'd lived in for so long.
She opened her mouth to respond but winced, clutching her side before letting out a soft chuckle.
"The baby seems happy about being here. But won't Father be upset?"
At the mention of their father, Liam rolled his eyes.
"And when do I ever listen to him? You said you wanted to go somewhere lively and paint and I delivered." He pouted, folding his arms dramatically. "But it seems you're not settled yet."
Elisa laughed quietly, shaking her head at his antics.
"Alright. But I'll need a model."
"I'll be your.." His words broke off when his gaze landed on someone in the crowd. His eyes widened.
"Sis, I'll be right back!"
"Where are you going?" she called after him as he straightened his shirt and took off.
