~{INGRID'S POV}~
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(That same night)
It's been two days since I woke up and Lanzon had still not returned, making me become restless.
I couldn't even sleep properly and I decided to paint something to pass time and to my surprise, I could paint just like my previous life.
"You paint like a pro," Jamie praised me. He was sitting beside me and watching how I painted with intrigue.
"I do and it's all thanks to Lanzon." I thoughtfully said.
"Why don't you paint one for Mrs Clarice, I'm sure she will be grateful. And thinking of it, she doesn't have any pictures of her." He suggested and I thought deeply about it.
It was actually a nice idea and a good gift.
"Ingrid."
"Yes, Jamie."
"I'm feeling home sick," he revealed.
"I know," I absently replied while focusing on the painting.
"Then is there a way to maybe reach Lord Lanzon?"
At his question, I stopped what I was doing and faced him with a bright smile.
