Belle — Alexandra

When the gallery owner finally saw the finished piece, he was speechless. "It looks brand new," he breathed.

She packed her brushes, ready for the next forgotten thing. Alexandra Belle knew that true beauty wasn't perfection—it was being seen for exactly what you were, even after the world tried to paint over you. alexandra belle

The canvas on her easel was a nameless portrait from the 1800s, caked in centuries of grime and yellowed varnish. Most saw a ruined scrap of fabric. Alexandra saw a mystery waiting for a voice. When the gallery owner finally saw the finished