The Wrong Woman

Mila smiled, feeling happy that she could help Sienna. She had long set aside her worries about Fenna and Nathan.

As Sienna was about to enjoy her pie, she asked, "Wanda, I read in the news that one of your paintings is valued at millions of dollars. Is that true?"

Mila's gentle smile lingered as she placed her fork down, delicately dabbing her mouth with a napkin. "Yes, some of them are, but not all. The prices range from tens of thousands to several hundred thousand dollars for the more common pieces."

Sienna was puzzled. "Why are they priced so high?"

Mila let out a sigh. "Art certainly requires talent, but it's often driven by hype and the influence of fame.

"When I first began painting online for charity, my father secretly purchased one of my pieces for an astounding two million dollars. "However, I donated the entire amount to schools in rural areas. That's when I suddenly gained overnight fame, and things just took off from there."

Sienna chimed in, "That's why your paintings are seen as worth millions in the public eye, with collectible value. People have even started studying your style and making replicas of your artworks."

Mila nodded in response.

savored her pie, she mused, "The world of the wealthy is something I'll never truly grasp, but I envy you for having

a touch of melancholy and sorrow in

away last month,” Sienna revealed, her voice trembling

of how to offer comfort in such a

finally underwent surgery. Things seemed to be looking up when, unexpectedly, he passed

difficulties, underscoring the

brightest and most resilient smile, gently shaking her head to convey that everything was okay.

of contemplation, Mila changed the topic. "Sienna, were you a volunteer counselor at a psychiatric hospital before?" Sienna affirmed with a nod. "Yes, I provided free counseling to

suggesting, “I have a part-time job opportunity available. It pays 2000

aback, her hands instinctively covering her chest as she joked, "What kind of part-time job pays such