𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐄 |𝟏𝟖+|

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Nymph

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Once again I am in Paris. The city of love. Or so they call it. Next year after I finally finish my final year at the art college I am gonna move here. A year ago that sounded crazy, cause I didn’t have money for it. But now, I can confidently say that I might be close to a million. And I did that with the talent my mom said it’s gonna be useless. I am a painter, and that is my job.

I work for Mr Perez. His full name is Nathaniel Perez. If you ask me he is true mama’s boy. And he is coming from an rich Italian family. What am I doing at my work?

Well at first, I don’t have a regular job. My job contains from me sitting home and painting famous paintings or some of my own ideas on a canvas. And when I finish I call Mr Perez just to sign those paintings. Yes I paint, he signs. But he pays me well. And now I was invited to his second painting exhibition. I really don’t give a living fuck what does he do with them. He loves to present himself as a big artist. He already told me that today I will finally meet his parents.

After putting on my favourite green dress, I take my high heels in my hands and start tying them around my ankle. Already crying in myself about the pain I will feel later on. Nathaniel will introduce me as his assistant for preparing this exhibition. Only me and him know what does he do actually, and my parents.

Or that is what I at least thought.

Before I can check myself once again my phone ringed: mom

Sighing I answered.

“Hello mom.”

“Why didn’t you call me last night when you landed?”

“Because I was tired and just went to hotel to sleep.” - a lie, a big one

“Oh, okay then, did you got enough sleep?”

“Yeah.”

“Um mom, I will call you latter, I am gonna be late, and you know how Nathaniel hates when I am late.”

“Ok honey take care and call me when you come back to hotel.”

I hung up. My mom and dad never really supported me being an artist. They always pursued me to be a lawyer. I just couldn’t do it. In life I only wanted perfection like iconic masterpieces from big artists. Being talented in art really is only for rich people good because when you have money to pay for promoting you can became a big name in art industry. But for us normal people that seemed almost unattainable. Not until one day after college exhibition where I submitted my painting of girl with the pearl earring. My college called me and told me to come. That’s how Nathaniel found me and offered me a job. I couldn’t say no.

Maybe the painting didn’t have my sign, but it would have the recognition I wanted. When these kind of exhibitions are I would pretend that it’s mine, and no Nathaniel can ruin it. At least he always gave me a VIP pass. Now he sounds really bad and rude. But I feel like we became good friends over this one year of knowing each other. He sent a limo to get me to the art gallery.

This is a second time in the same place, but this time the main attraction was my painting of the Alexander Cabanel’s Fallen Angel. But he only wanted a part of the painting. Angel’s face, hair, and a tiny bit of muscles. It took me around three weeks to perfect the painting and another few weeks of putting finish touches and varnishes. Since his parents are rich he got his hands on the permission to paint it. Just like he did with the others.

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As I got into the foyer of the gallery, I was greeted by Nathaniel’s charming smile. He was a handsome guy. Rich bachelor at 29, he was really getting a lot of girls. In his gray suit with his brown hair shining under the lights along with the smile he always has when these things are in question, any girl would fall for him. Sorry to say but he is not my type.

Walking with grace coming closer to me, I saw a special glint in his hazel eyes.

“You are finally here.” - he exclaimed with his dramatic voice

“My mom called me.”

“Oh, tell her next time that I said hi, now I have someone to introduce to you.”

“Okay then, lead the way.”

I took him under his elbow and he started leading me inside where the paintings are. By the painting of a naked girl lying in a bed; don’t ask me whose idea was that cause mine it wasn’t. Just kidding. It was his idea for a birthday gift for his father. It’s his fathers birthday tomorrow.

By the painting an older woman and her husband were watching it and talking I guess about it.

“Mama, papa this is miss Victoria Jolie.”

“Oh dear it’s so nice to finally meet the girl who is behind this beautiful exhibition, I am Carla Perez, his mother.” - she said with the heavy Italian accent

“And this is Giovanni Perez, my father.”

He only nodded his head. Unlike his wife who seems as a very bubbly person he is grumpy. Nathaniel is mixed personality, but he good his looks from his mother. Hazel eyes, light brown hair and lean figure. But the height is same around his dad, which is I would say around 6′3". Quite tall for a man. I feel like he needs to gain a bit of weight.

“It was very nice to meet you both, but if you could excuse me, I would like to go and see some of Nathaniel’s paintings.”

“Of course.”

“If you want you can go get a champagne by the bar.” - he added

“Sure, thanks for reminding me.” - I smiled and turned away leaving them to keep talking

Walking around this gallery with a glass of champagne in my hands, especially with this simple green dress and silver heels, looking at my own paintings I honestly feel like a woman written in a novel by a man. Looking at my glass and swirling the liquid in it I smiled and once again lifted my eyes back to the simple painting of caffe bar in Rome. I finally went to the main attraction of this night, to see the my Fallen Angel in all of his glory.