“Regrets are often found, not in what we have done,
“Regrets are often found, not in what we have done,but in what we haven’t.”
but in what we haven’t.”Viviana pulled at the chain around her neck, inserted the key in the lock—a key that all members of her society wore about their necks—and turned it. With the click came her sigh.
She stepped into the studio, closed her eyes, and breathed deeply.
Viviana knew her smile and from whence it came. The pungency of linseed oil, saffron, and poppy seeds—just some of the ingredients used to make the paint—satisfied her more than that of a rose or a lily. She sniffed the dust of chiseled stone, relished the tickle it brought.
She opened her eyes; again, she sighed.
How different the studio was from before, before Leonardo and his tutelage. One
