~{INGRID'S POV}~
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He stood behind me and lightly placed both hands on my shoulder as he further spoke.
"What do you think about it?"
At his question, I didn't give an immediate answer as I studied it.
The lady in the picture looked so much like me but something about her also seemed different in its own special way.
It was me but not me at the same time and I knew it.
"It's a lovely piece," I finally answered his question and he hummed in satisfaction.
"I think it's time to paint another one," he said and I frowned slightly before turning to face him.
"You know you can just take a picture of me right?"
At my proposal, he smiled and shook his head.
"I like being natural."
I smiled at his words and he smiled back and when I thought he was going to kiss me, he didn't, he simply took my hand in his in so much tenderness like I would break if he added more force.
"I want to show you something," he said and my brows drew closer in curiosity.
