- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 1)
- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 2)
- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 3)
- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 4)
- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 5)
- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 6)
- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 7)
- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 8)
- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 9)
- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 10)
“Hey Stella, are you—?” Phoebe burst into the dining room. “Whoa.”Stella didn’t look up from her canvas. Dipping her brush into the bright red paint on her palette, she lifted it to the painting and made a swirling motion with her wrist. An imperfect oval formed among the dozens she had already painted.
“Did you want something, Phoebe?”
“Yeah, I—“ Phoebe shook her head. “I thought you said you didn’t paint.”
Stella added another red oval.
“Oh yeah,” Phoebe said. “Hesper wanted me to ask you to clear the table for dinner. I don’t know how she knew you were in here, though,” she continued. “I was sitting right there in the living room the whole time and never heard you.”
Stella shrugged. “Hesper has the sixth sense.”
“Duh.”
“Tell her I’ll be done in a few minutes.” Swishing her brush in the jar of murky water, she washed off the red and then took a swipe of yellow. “I’ll set the table when I’m finished.”
“Okay,” Phoebe said, stepping closer to get a better look at the painting. “This is beautiful, Stella. Really.”
She pretended the compliment didn’t matter—just continued making brightly colored ovals on the canvas—but deep down it felt good. Her stomach had been a flutter of nerves since she laid the first brushstroke. No artist can truly judge her own work, so what she thought was a lovely composition might look horrendous to the rest of the world.
Not that the rest of the world mattered to her—this was purely personal—but it was still nice to hear the praise.
After Phoebe left the room to deliver her message to Hesper, Stella whispered, “Thank you.”
Tune in tomorrow for the next (and final) installment. [Part 12]
Hugs,
TLC
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