Summer felt the sensation of cold water being sprinkled over her face, accompanied by a melodious voice that kept talking to her. She reluctantly opened her eyes and waited as the blurry vision of a lady's face got clear. Peering down at her was none other than Evita, the lady from the portrait whom she had encountered before. She couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing; Evita was real and sitting right beside her on the floor.
"Are you feeling okay? You lost conscious the moment you entered!" Evita enquired in her Spanish accent and looked at her with concern in her twinkling eyes.
Summer took time to realise that Evita was talking to her in Spanish though her accent and pronunciation had a rustic touch to it. She wanted to reply but was too frightened and shocked to let the words sl
