51. Ripped dress.

Still, in the same place on a different day, Amanda sat on a park bench in the mansion's backyard, trying to relax her hand muscles as she repeatedly tried to draw anything around her, and who knows how many papers she crumpled in annoyance.

Fortunately, Amanda did not give up. She had much free time as an 'unemployed,' making the woman still try despite the occasional swearing. Sometimes, something once her favorite would be difficult to return to when it was left for too long.

It wasn't that Amanda couldn't draw. She just wasn't used to it.

The woman moved to sit cross-legged on the grass just one meter in front of the park bench. In the afternoon, the sunlight became more subdued, so even if she chose to sit in the middle of the lawn—it wouldn't sunburn her. The light had changed direction.

Amanda was interested in drawing a low apple tree, and she shaded some parts as she looked down.

"Maybe I should start asking someone if this drawing is eye-worthy," the woman muttered.

She drew