JASMINE'S POV
I left on at the handsome man looking down at me.
He was so handsome and something about his energy drew me to him.
It wasn't due to the fact that he was smiling, he just seemed like the type of man you would throw yourself in the river for.
He had a perfectly lined jaw that I knew wasn't exaggerated by the artist.
A glint in his green eyes that he'd mischief.
His beautiful golden hair lay neatly on his head, his perfectly arched brows fashioned his face.
He was such a beautiful man I was stunned.
He looked absolutely nothing like Bale.
And then for a split second it made me wonder why Bale's painting wasn't here either.
"O…. Ott." I muttered to him as I tried to reach his arm.
The pains had instantly disappeared.
I didn't turn away from the handsome man's painting and kept on trying to tap Otto.
"Mmmhh?" Otto mumbled then I heard a pause and felt him looking too.
"Wow." Otto said.
All I could do was stare at this man.
