Chapter 47

Genevieve took the box from the lady and waited till she walked back to her kitchen before she began to open it to see it's contents.

Looking over the cover, she had seen the paper that addressed it to her.

"With love, to the first lady of Montenegro"and she went ransacking it to behold it's contents.

Tearing it apart with no patience and with unparalleled reckless abandon, she saw that there was nothing in the big box but a little paper that had been wrapped away to look like it contained the whole of the box.

This piqued her curiosity as to what it was and whom it had come from.

Opening the wrapped paper, she was stunned and immediately became apprehensive and began tearing at it.

It was a drawing. A painting of a little student. The clouds had been colored red instead of blue, the grasses blue and other simple colours mixed.

She wasted no time in telling what it was.

She knew, oh she knew.

Shredding the paper apart into tiny unrecognizable pieces, she ran to her room immediately an