Madmoiselle Gabrielle came into my apartment...unannounced.

Of course, I didn't stop her. I just stood at the threshold to my bedroom and stared at her from afar as she stood, like a marble statue. Her right hand on her breast. Her left holding an umbrella. And her head downcast towards the unfinished painting leaning against the wall.

" Do you like it?", I said softly.
It was appealing to see the young woman jump at the sound of my voice.

"Um..yes, Monsieur. But where is the rest of her body?"

"It's not finished yet."

"Oh."

My eyes followed her movements as she sauntered about the room full of canvases.

All of them, a different woman. Some clothed. Some naked. But it didn't matter. As long as it wasn't herself in the painting, she would not have the chance to find me absurd to do without her knowledge.

Then she stopped to stare at me.
God. Don't look at me with those blue eyes. You will abduct my heart, like you did in your boudoir.

"Monsieur?", she asked. My daze was interrupted when she grabbed my hands and pulled me into the room of paintings.

"Yes, Madmoiselle."

"Out of all of the paintings you have done. Which one is your greatest work of art?"

Then without thinking, my hand came up to her face. The other hand caressed her other one. She looked up at me with those bright blue eyes.

I breathed heavily for some reason but the only words that came from my mouth were: