Chapter 93

Douglas glanced at the stunned group standing in the studio and said after a moment, "Don't just stare at Leslie painting. Since you're all here, why not give it a try yourself? Same deal-one painting, under the same time limit, based on my chosen theme." The five students lit up instantly. Getting guidance from Mr. Parker? That alone was worth the money! If, by some miracle, he took true interest and accepted one of them as a disciple? Well, that'd be a life-changing win. Just like that, the two grand they spent felt like a steal. Totally worth it! But dreaming was easier than doing. When it came time to actually draw, their hands started shaking. They looked over at Leslie-who, oddly enough, hadn't started either. She was just sitting there, still as a statue. Almost like... meditating. She seemed completely unfazed, like she'd zoned everything else out. Truth was, Leslie was remembering something. In her last life, it wasn't until two years later that she met Mr. Parker. Back then,