Chapter 102

• Chapter 102: The Brushstrokes of a Dream
• Lily’s POV
• The art studio was bathed in a warm glow as the late afternoon sun shone through the windows. My fingers were a kaleidoscope of colors as I sat at the big easel in the corner, the same seat I'd occupied for as long as I could remember. The air was filled with the familiar, reassuring scent of new canvas and acrylic paints. This room was wonderful in every way, but it was my mother, who had shared it with me and taught me how to handle a paintbrush before I could even write my name correctly, who gave it its really magical quality.