Lise clenched her jaw in frustration.
Why, on what was supposed to be a significant day for her, did she find herself overshadowed by Katelyn? She refused to be merely a backdrop or stepping stone for Katelyn. She was determined not to let that happen. To Lise, Katelyn seemed nothing more than a schemer who should vanish altogether.
Slowly, Lise approached the painting, studying the lifelike brushstrokes with a critical eye. She was convinced that such artwork couldn’t possibly be Katelyn’s creation.
She had never known Katelyn to possess such artistic prowess.
“Katelyn, I understand you want to impress Mrs. Wheeler, but having someone else paint for you and claiming it as your own? Isn’t that deceitful?”
Lise challenged, her voice carrying across the room. She pointed assertively at one of the cranes depicted on the canvas.
“Look at the details and the colors; it’s more akin to a digital print than a hand-painted piece. It seems your ambition has led you to deceive Mrs. Wheeler.”
The guests turned their attention to the white crane Lise was indicating.
Indeed, the exquisite crane, featuring intricate colors and detailed rendering, seemed almost too complex to have been achieved with a brush.
Painting had always been a challenging endeavor, particularly when it involved capturing the essence of living creatures.
Not only must their form be captured, but also their spirit.
For any artist, capturing the likeness of such a magnificent animal represented the ultimate challenge.
The murmurs among the crowd grew.
“If Lise hadn’t pointed it out, I wouldn’t have noticed. This does look like it could be a print. Can someone really create such a masterpiece by hand?” one guest pondered aloud.
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Another added, “Even if it’s printed, the sentiment behind it matters more, doesn’t it? Hand-painted or not, achieving this level of detail isn’t simple.”
Vincent cast another glance at the crane.
While he knew Katelyn as a jewelry designer, her painting skills were indeed unknown to him.
Yet, despite the doubts swirling in the room, he chose to trust Katelyn unconditionally.
He understood her integrity; she was not one to fabricate the truth.
If the painting was genuinely done by hand, it would indeed be a remarkable feat.
Carol regarded Lise with evident disdain.
“Whether it’s painted or printed, as long as it’s from Katelyn, I’ll always cherish it.”
Carol’s unwavering support sent another wave of warmth coursing through Katelyn’s heart.
Carol was now the only source of familial warmth Katelyn could feel.
Lise clenched her fists, her frustration mounting as she attempted to defend her actions.
“I mean no harm, Mrs. Wheeler. I simply think it’s important to clarify whether this gift is printed or hand-painted. After all, honesty matters in everything.”
Carol’s annoyance was palpable.
She wished nothing more than to have Lise, this killjoy, removed from the festivities.
Sharon couldn’t resist adding a snide comment.
“So this is what sincerity looks like? I didn’t realize it came so cheaply. Lise’s bracelet could buy thousands of such paintings.”
Jeff hissed at her to be quiet. “Shut up.”
He was fed up.
Carol, even in her seventies, spoke with a voice that commanded attention.
“I don’t care about the origins of this painting. I know it’s a birthday gift from Katelyn, and that’s all that matters to me.”
Her tone carried a clear warning.
“If you cause any more trouble, you’ll be asked to leave.”
Lise was momentarily silenced, her frustration boiling over.
Why was this old woman always against her?
It drove her mad!
Neil, feeling somewhat helpless, tried to mediate.
“Grandma, Lise didn’t mean any harm. She just wanted to ensure there was no misunderstanding about Katelyn’s gift. She feared it might be misconstrued as hand-painted when it was actually printed, just to please you.”
He was weary of the constant bickering.
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Neil then turned his attention to Katelyn.
“Grandma trusts you completely, yet you let her believe this was hand-painted when it might actually be computer-generated. If you had just been upfront about it, it wouldn’t have caused such a fuss.”
Carol was on the verge of dismissing Neil as well. Before she could respond, Katelyn, who had remained quiet, suddenly spoke up with a smile. “Who said I can’t paint?”
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