"Beautiful, isn't it?" Sandy near the wall was startled. The glass of water she was holding had nearly slipped through her hand. She never noticed Alexander's sister coming from her direction. Her focus was fully fixed on the painting in front of her, it caught her attention the moment she stepped in the kitchen.
"Yeah, definitely beautiful. Where did you find this one?" She asked out of curiosity. The woman next to her was also staring at the painting while holding a cup of tea.
"Probably from France, my brother Alex loved to possess beautiful things. And I can tell that he still does until now," Sandy didn't know what she meant. But she was intrigued by how she delivered those words. She just had the guts of it.
"He once mentioned to me that before, perhaps I was too busy and forgo
