"If course you are Ma..wait what???" Mrs Ling shouted on top of her lungs as she stared at a Mary who wore a pleasing smirk and behind her, a pale mother Mo.
"My dear daughter... Is it.. Are you.. I.." The woman was even having a hard ti coming up with her words trying to convince herself that her daughter in law was telling the truth.
Upon hearing her mother’s words, Mary turned around and smiled at the woman before nodding.
The crowd gasped, Rita shocked but a certain man at the back wasn’t feeling shocked by the fact that the girl at the centre of the venue was painter X, rather, he felt so weird feelings he couldn’t describe at all.
The first ti he felt this feeling was when Mary revealed her pregnancy. He found himself staring at her still flat stomach but he didn’t know what these feelings he was feeling were. Connection maybe?
He shrugged off the feeling at first but why was he feeling so sense of pride when the girl announced she was X and when she saw her render the crowd speechless for the second ti?
"I don’t believe you witch!" Mrs Ling still shouted but the mont she finished the word witch, a very dangerous aura surrounded the whole venue, Mary’s whole deanor changed that even the elders were scared but they knew this aura wasn’t coming from Mary alone but who was the second person emitting a very similar aura to Mary’s?
Rita got scared for a second feeling the aura Mary emitted. Okay maybe not scared but super scared that she could piss in her pants but had to hold it in.
"Call a witch one more ti and I promise you, I won’t regret what I will do to you woman."
Wow! She made the stupid woman cower in fear but the aura imdiately disappeared as soon as Mary turned to the whole crowd and started addressing them with a smile on her face as if she did not just threaten a woman before everyone.
This was now getting weird to the big five as the could still feel the lingering dangerous aura I’m the crowd but who exactly was emitting it and why did this person do so the mont Mary was insulted? Was this person protecting her? Weird!
What they didn’t know is that at the back of the venue the sa man was also asking himself the sa question. What was that? Why did his instincts kick in making him act in such a manner?
"Well, you all have to thank my mom here because if it weren’t for her then I was never going to reveal myself or rather if it weren’t for these three beautiful ladies, X was going to remain in the shadows but not anymore."
Mary spoke as she watched people start conversing among themselves, obviously not believing her but she raised her hand in a simple gesture and everyone shut up imdiately.
"Well, I am not a person full of patience, that you should know and neither am I ready to be bombarded by your questions, rather, I am ready to prove my words together with my actions in the next few minutes."
With that, she put the microphone away and started working on her magic. A minute hadn’t passed by when a man scread affirming that that was X’s work and how he knew...
Let’s just say that everyone in the art really wanted to know how she started her paintings, her unique drawing style and everything and they were able to figure out after a long ti with only a few of her pieces that were up for display.
Seeing the familiar style, no one was still unconvinced after hearing most of the old n speak. They were obviously lovers of art and to add on to the fact that most of them were influential, no one dared to speak a word including the Ling family who by now wore pale faces.
Mother Mo just stood there shocked and excited. She really couldn’t believe it! Ian on the other hand stared at his wife, pride obviously evident on his face. His wife never ceases to amaze him!
The rest of the family stared at Mary will the sa pride on their faces knowing they had direct contact with X, not forgetting she was one of them!
The crowd on the other hand wore different expressions because they didn’t know what to expect from the new matriarch of the Mo family to be full of surprises but here she was, surprising them. She wasn’t the submissive type from what they have seen, a good quality for a wife of a general.
Mary took her ti before fully coming up with a painting of two people, holding each other and giving each other that ’you are my life’ look. They were none other than Mother and Father Mo. The girl just helped them revist their last year anniversary where they took this photo.
What surprised them was that she drew the painting without any other guidance like the image she drew was permanently printed in her mind.
Mother Mo burst into imdiate tears before pulling her into a bone crushing hug for the second or third ti this night.
Everyone else stared at the woman as she released her bottled up emotions but smiled when they realized they were tears of happiness as she placed a kiss on the girl’s forehead.
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