Warm Her Bed

When school started, Master Larry had reminded Kara that she might be busy during her first year and needed to adapt to her university life. She only needed to go to the studio on the weekend and hand in a painting every month.

This time, it was Kara who thought about her and James and forgot about coming to the studio.

"Kara, you didn't come this morning. Could it be that you didn't finish your homework and wanted to escape?" Master Larry suddenly said again.

"..."

Kara pursed her lips and took out the work she completed in the morning from her bag.

The work unfolded. Looking at the color of the work, everyone frowned for a moment and raised their eyebrows, their expressions complicated.

Frankie stared at the painting and nodded. "It is very similar to your mother's style, but the difference is that the lines are more agile and delicate than your mother's. You excel your mother."