At that mont, there's a commotion in the corridor. The lady straightens up like a spring and quickly moves away from . As soon as the lady reveals herself, she bows and silently heads towards the kitchen.
I was about to get up to greet Mrs. Kang when she stopped with a smile.
"Greetings are unnecessary, we've been seeing each other for three days now."
"But still."
"More importantly, about the portrait."
"Yes?"
"Is my portrait in the style of Alphonse Mucha?"
"Pardon?"
"Your painting style."
"Oh, no, it's not."
How could that be?
A portrait for such a mansion should naturally be a traditional, realistic one to maintain its dignity.
As I pondered how to explain this well, Mrs. Kang spoke first.
"Just curious. If not, that's fine."
Hmm, it seems like the correct answer is no. That's a relief.
But where has she seen my painting? Oh, the refrigerator. Like the auntie ntioned earlier. Mrs. Yoo Min-yeong being a board mber of MG Electronics, perhaps she received an early production model? Has it already been made?
Curious but hesitant to ask about the household items, I casually opened my notebook. I should continue what I was working on. What story should lead our conversation today?
As I pretended to sharpen my pencil to buy ti, Mrs. Kang asked a question.
"You like Alphonse Mucha?"
"Pardon? Oh, yes. He's one of my favorite painters."
"I see. You painted a portrait for Monica too, didn't you?"
"Yes, that's right. I heard she's a friend of your daughter. That's why she entrusted this job to ."
"I'd love to see the painting you made for Monica."
"Haha, it's no longer in my possession."
"Maybe I should ask Monica to show it to ."
I continued the conversation, twitching my eyebrows.
Sothing had changed.
Not just her attitude, but her interest in .
It seems yesterday's hour wasn't wasted after all.
Yes, this will do.
Slowly, gradually opening up the heart.
Mrs. Kang spoke first again.
"Actually, I got one of your refrigerators."
So, it was true.
But, how? Even for a powerful family, it's only been a week since the board eting. How did they get the product so soon? Is there anything money can't do in Korea?
Mrs. Kang smiled slightly, tiredly.
"I had so trouble changing the kitchen interior, but it was worth it."
How they got the fridge is none of my business.
I felt a pure joy seeing a custor's satisfaction with a fridge featuring my design.
"Haha, you really like it?"
"Oh, were you not confident?"
Mrs. Kang's eyes widened in surprise.
I quickly sketched her expression in my notebook. It was the first ti I'd seen it. I began sketching her face, as mory has its limits.
The detail differs when drawing soone familiar versus a stranger.
Klimt must have taken a long ti to complete a portrait for this reason.
Enough ti to observe the exterior and contemplate the interior.
Yesterday was re doodling, but today I started a real sketch, smiling.
"The design for Monica's portrait, do you approve?"
"Your own painting?"
Ah, should I call that my painting?
I pondered, looking at Mrs. Kang's face.
Her expression seed to urge to speak.
Why do I see my mother's face overlaid on hers?
I don't know why, but I don't want to lie in front of this person.
Why am I thinking this? I can't organize my thoughts.
But what's the harm in being called crazy? I won't see her after the portrait is done, and she's not a colleague.
Hmm, but saying that art galleries make dream sounds crazy even to . Let's omit that.
"Actually, I had a dream."
"Eh?"
"A dream."
"Suddenly, what about?"
"That painting on the refrigerator."
"Oh, a scene from your dream?"
"No, actually."
I calmly talked about how in my dream, I followed the life of Alphonse Mucha and saw his last monts. It's just a dream anyway, whether she believes it or not.
Madam Kang blinked in amazent at my astonishing story.
"So, is that painting a gift from Alphonse Mucha in your dream?"
"Yes, sothing like that. Ha ha, I thought it might be a painting from my mory, so I searched the internet, but it wasn't there. I felt it was too good to just bury, so I entered it in a competition and, to my surprise, it was accepted."
"My goodness."
Madam Kang's astonished expression.
Not the slightly startled look from yesterday, but a genuinely surprised one.
This is the first ti I've seen such a face. I quickly turned the page in my notebook and sketched her current expression.
Hm, even if I don't get any useful information from today's conversation, the harvest is quite good?
The more sketches of various expressions I have, the better the painting will be.
Good, very good.
Let's continue to share many stories and gather information for the remaining period.
I'll also sneak in sketches of various expressions.
I smiled, looking at Madam Kang's face, feeling pleased with how well things are going.
Originally, I should be the one entertaining Madam Kang, but strangely, it feels like the conversation is being led by her, and I'm enjoying it more. But what does it matter?
As long as I reach my destination, it doesn't matter which route I take.
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