Keira
During the weekdays, I had to hide away the portrait from Molly as I didn't want her to know what I had been up to. When Thursday came by finally, I hanged the portrait on the wall in front of my bed. When Mr. Russell gave me this first, I admit, I was shocked because of several things. He didn't have any pictures of me, neither he had me still in front of him when he painted this but somehow he did it perfectly. He painted the perfect pose of me with just imagination.
His imagination shocked me. The other thing terrified me, I wasn't able to understand why would a man gift me a portrait of myself—a man who I barely even know. The instances we had were totally restricted to lust but this was an act of something different, love. Why would Mr. Russell feel anything for me? I wasn't
