Goodbye, Mr. Regret

A few minutes later, Jessica heard the sound of Henry leaving with Secretary Allen.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to dispel the heaviness pressing against her chest.

Mabel stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, raising her hand several times as if to knock and offer Jessica some comfort, but in the end, she let her hand fall.

It seemed that nothing she could say would make a difference.

The next morning, Jessica set out with her finished piece and headed to a framing shop.

After picking out a frame, she pulled her artwork from her tote and typed a message on her phone, asking the owner to mount it for her.

When the shop owner saw Jessica's work, his eyes widened in disbelief. "Wait-

this is made out of paper?"

Jessica smiled and nodded.

"You did this yourself?"

She nodded again.

studied the piece in awe. "This is incredible. I've never seen papercutting with such realistic, dimensional

inspired by a medieval lady-her flowing gown and delicate features rendered in intricate layers. The Wheelers'

much, he insisted on doing the framing himself. Once it was set in the frame, it was almost hard to believe Jessica had fashioned it from paper-the

Renaissance art and traditional

any family; Jessica couldn't risk picking a mediocre frame for them. She'd chosen this shop precisely because it was one of the most exclusive on the antiques street, catering to

typed her reply: This one was commissioned.

her work, pressed her could she design

love to commission a piece for his

Jessica nodded in agreement.

exchanged contact

When it was time

help her arrange for a delivery

was happy to

the van to

artwork Jessica brought, she was speechless

really