As the head maid led the way with several more maidservants following behind, I stopped in the middle of the hallway. I slowly turned my head at the large painting on the wall.
"This..." came out a weak whisper, walking closer to the painting to touch its frame.
"Madam?" called the head maid while I stared at the portrait me.
My eyes softened while studying the portrait. In here, I looked beautiful with those almost realistic pair of emeralds, and my hair was drawn with perfect curls. It was almost like an exaggeration, as the woman in this painting looked so fancy, so stunning, and so... perfect.
I didn't remember posing for a painting, so I could only assume this creation was born during my slumber.
"It's pretty..." I admired under my breath, brushing the intricate frame lightly. "Did my husband paint this?"
