I'm Sorry

Rune couldn't say anything for a few moments. He still couldn't believe that the beautiful woman before him was Rose. 

"Hello?" When Rose spoke again, finally the man was moved from his reverie. He batted his eyes and looked at Rose carefully.

"I came with my niece and nephews to see the exhibition," he said. "What are you doing here?"

Rose smiled and tilted her head toward the painting on the wall. "That's my painting."

"Oh.. no wonder it feels familiar," Rune gushed. "So, it's yours."

"Yeah. I was offered to do this exhibition on short notice. Peter gave my name to the curator," Rose explained. "I am grateful. The crowd's enthusiasm is exciting."

"You deserve it," said Rune sincerely. He cast his glance around the room, trying to see if he could recognize other paintings by Rose. "Do you have any more artworks on display?"

"Yeah. I've got five more," Rose replied. "Do you want to see them?"

Rune nodded. "Sure."