Ariel's hand shook. Her muscles weakened.

Her body stilled as she held it, looking back at herself.

‘ Me?’ Her eyes moved across the painting.

It wasn't just a painting… it was her, every line of her face, every curve, every glance, captured with a kind of precision that made her shiver.

The painting didn’t miss the tiniest detail of her face, telling the amount of concentration put into it.

Her body trembled.

She swallowed hard and looked at the ...