Chapter 111 His Painting

• It was eleven thirty-five when she got to the art school. No. She didn't intend to take classes but only saw Sandra. She hadn't seen her in a long time. The last time was when she asked about changing her class schedule. After that, she didn't have time to go back there because suddenly her weekend was busy. There was work, Amy, Tom, Chiara, and Lucas, who never stopped coloring their day with various colors. Especially Chiara. The little girl seemed to be an additional source of joy for her. Ah, just thinking about her brought a smile to her face.
• Elle walked towards the room that she knew was Sandra's class. Don't worry. She didn't mean to bother her. She only wanted to see her from the outside because she missed the atmosphere of the class. Easel, canvas, paint, and Sandra were irreplaceable combinations. She was lucky to have her as her teacher. And Elle was really grateful to Brigitta for introducing Sandra to her, or rather to painting. She loved it.
• Elle was standing in the doorway with her eyes fixed on the class in front of her. It contained adults with several students not much different from her previous class. So the atmosphere they created was calmer than the children classes. They focused on their own canvas. And Sandra's job remained the same. She was observing and giving directions to them regarding their paintings.