Thank goodness Graziella immediately called me to follow her to her working space. She has a studio at home where she paints. Apparently, her parents are very supportive of her dream to be an artist. They don’t even push her into becoming the heiress of their airlines.
My eyes widened when I saw the huge canvass with a semi-abstract painting of her mother. I covered my mouth with my palms in awe. Okay. Since we were kids, I have known her, but I am always amazed at how talented she is in painting. How can someone be perfect? I don’t even know where to start thinking.
“Wow, Grace! This is amazing!” I beamed as I looked at her, so proud that she’s my best friend.
She looked at me, obviously satisfied with my reaction. “Thank God, you think it’s good!” she said, sighing in relief. “I rea
