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Eleven

For the past three days, Arieon hadn't seen Enzo and she was already starting to get worried. Agatha assured her that everything was alright and Enzo was okay but that wasn't enough to keep her calm.

Even though their last interaction wasn't sweet, she still worried for his safety

"What are you painting?", Agatha asked as she walked into the sun room where Arieon was sitting painting. "A white rose", Arieon replied as she was so engrossed in what she was doing. This was one of the ways to keep her from stressing out like a worried mom.

"It doesn't look like a rose", Agatha frowned as she sat beside her. "that's because I'm not done yet", Arieon told her. Agatha nodded and focused on how she painted. If anyone could see her right now, he or she would know that Arieon had a passion for painting.

This was the kind of passion that Agatha had for singing but that was several years ago.

"Does it look like a rose now?", Arieon asked after few more minutes it painting. She wiped her hands
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