Eliza looked at her face in the mirror, she had tucked into the bathroom because instead of focusing on the vintage artwork she had come to see, she was hiding in the bathroom.
She knew that she might have seen Polly at the sale because it was art that Polly sold. She knew that she might see Oscar there, and she had not seen Oscar for a long time.
But Terrence was there, and she had not expected…
Her hand in Rafe’s was on fire, when she yanked it out of Rafe’s.
Her face was creased with concern in the bathroom mirror, and she used her fingers as if she could smooth it…
…and then Lila walked into the bathroom. Eliza wished that she could ignore her, and she looked down.
“Eliza?”
Eliza looked at Lila’s eyes through the mirror, stood up straight and walked back into dodge.
“You okay?”
Rafe took her hand, and kissed it. Eliza smiled at him, and walked over to the painting, and closed her eyes before she became mesmerized with the it. The woman had her eyes, as if she knew what Eliza was feeling. She stood closer to it, as close as she could without the guards telling her to move back.
Kissing close to the painting, she felt the heat of the glass from it, and saw her reflection, and then she saw Terrence.
She hated that she could not control herself around him. She hated the raw emotion she felt. She started at the painting of the woman, which was becoming like a doppelgänger to her.
The woman in the painting could feel her pain, Eliza even thought she saw the breast of the woman in the painting move.
She put her own hand over her chest, and closed her eyes. The eyes in the painting haunted her like her own.
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vintage art via wikipedia
Love the raw emotion in this…
Rebel xox