"............."
A portrait of a conglorate owner's wife.
Regardless of who tried before, it must have been painters with so reputation.
Not a single picture pleased her? How picky could she be?
But what can I do?
It's hotel decoration art. An enormously profitable commission.
Knowing that I must get this job to avoid falling back to a street portrait artist, I exuded confidence.
"I have so experience with portraits. Over a thousand people have taken portraits I've drawn."
Of course, there's no need to ntion that these were twenty-five-thousand-won street sketches.
Alright, I'll draw an impressive portrait that satisfies this demanding conglorate wife and get the hotel decoration art commission. It's a big job and not sothing I can do alone, so let's set up a corporation. For employees... Yes! I can ask Yeongju for help?
Lost in these thoughts, I watched Mrs. Kang quietly, whose right hand now moves.
I was concerned about it and followed her right hand with my eyes, and my eyes widened.
".................."
Mrs. Kang shows her right hand and says,
"Will it still be easy?"
".................."
If the counterpart wasn't a conglorate, the emotion that crossed my eyes would have been sympathy or pity, or perhaps sadness. But knowing her position, the emotion that crossed my eyes was surprise.
Her middle and ring fingers are missing.
Those two fingers should be on that white and slender beautiful hand.
Seeing the flaw that should not exist in a beautiful wife living in luxury in a conglorate house, I froze and lost my words.
Mrs. Kang, seeing my surprised eyes, hides her right hand again and says,
Confidence is a privilege of the young. So, when do we start?
Ah, that
I had co today to greet her and arrange a schedule, so I didnt bring my tools. Struggling to keep my scattered thoughts together, I replied,
Please let know a convenient ti for you. I think I will need about two hours a day.
Mrs. Kang nodded and stood up, still hiding her right hand behind her back.
As you can see, I have plenty of ti, just tending to the garden at ho. Let's et 5 days a week, only on weekdays, at this ti.
Yes
Then Ill see you tomorrow. Take care on your way out.
Mrs. Kang slightly nodded and left through the corridor she had co from.
Did I just make a mistake?
No, what was I supposed to say? Your hand is injured, but you are still beautiful? That would be like mocking her.
It felt wrong to pry about how it happened during our first eting.
I feel like I didnt do anything wrong, but why does it feel so awkward?
As Mrs. Kang's footsteps faded, the working lady I had seen earlier approached.
Here, let show you out.
Ah, thank you.
I awkwardly stood up and followed the lady outside. My mind was still in turmoil all the way to the main gate, but I couldnt figure out how I should have reacted.
Finally at the main gate.
I bowed to the lady, expressing my gratitude. She looked around cautiously and then spoke in a low tone.
It must be shocking.
Everyone reacts that way when they first see madam's hand. It's okay, she's used to it and wont take it to heart.
There's no offense taken, so go ho comfortably and prepare well for the painting.
Phew, this lady is a lifesaver.
If it weren't for her, I would have gone ho and spent the night kicking my blankets without understanding why.
Excuse , ma'am.
Yes?
About madams fingers. May I know what happened?
The lady glanced around nervously as if ntioning this was a big deal, then pushed away.
Dont go around asking such questions, or I cant keep my job. Go now. Co back tomorrow, tomorrow.
Pushed out of the house, I stood outside, dazed, staring blankly at the high wall.
Is it that hard to explain? Of course, its problematic to spread personal information, but how am I supposed to catch what the subject wants in the portrait if I dont know this?
Haah
I sighed involuntarily and then furrowed my brows.
Wait, why does it even matter for the portrait if shes missing fingers?
I just need to paint her face, right? It should be simple.
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