I could be wrong

They said beauty was in the eye of the beholder. One person could look average to some but like a goddess to another. 

It made Penny wonder—was this just about perspective? About her eyes and Enzo Pierson's? 

After all, Enzo Pierson had drawn and painted Naylani so beautifully, like she was divine. He hadn't finished the painting, but it was clear he had put immense time and effort into capturing her eyes—those dark, mesmerizing eyes that seemed to stare back at Penny. 

"What an unsettling feeling… looking at a person's painting," Penny murmured, slowly getting lost in both the artwork and the photograph in her hand. "What is it? Why does this bother me so much?" 

Silence settled around her, but even so, Butler Lee's gentle voice made her jolt. 

"Young Madam." He smiled as she flinched. "Apologies for startling you. That wasn't my intention." 

"It's okay, Butler Lee." She chuckled awkwardly. "Are we leaving?"