Veronica's POV
Harmon Designs
I stood before the canvas once again, holding my brush but I was still unable to make the first stroke.
Every time I closed my eyes to focus, all I could see was the dark metal room and the cold feeling.
I knew mother and Jonathan were waiting for the new paintings to create the new wedding collection, but I just couldn't get myself to paint. Frustrated, I kept the brush down and sat on a chair.
I exhaled in disbelief.
Did Imelda succeed in stealing not only my face but my confidence as well?
"Nicky?" Jonathan's soft voice came from behind.
"Good, you're not painting, or else you wouldn't have gone,"
"Gone?" I said, confused. "Where?"
"Let's go,"
"You'll know when we reach there,"
The whole way during the drive he didn't tell me where we were going, until I realized it was the hotel.
Maybe a client invited?
Grand Del Hotel - Private Room
We stopped in front of a private room.
"Go on, open,"
