Everyone turned to Thalia upon Miguel's words, seeking her verification.
She put her fork down, took the portrait from him, and pretended to scrutinize it, frowning. “It looks okay. I'd say it's slightly better than mine.”
The others rolled their eyes at her response.
Only slightly better?
Noticing their disapproving looks, Thalia retorted, “What? Am I wrong? Mine is abstract art. Abstract, you know?”
Anthony looked at her skeptically. “Yeah, yeah. We know. You're the best artist out there. But how would you rate this portrait?”
Thalia felt pleased even though Anthony had replied to her in a perfunctory manner. She pondered momentarily before raising her brow and saying, “Seven out of ten?”
Anthony raised a brow. “There could be some margin of error to your estimate.”
Thalia pursed her lips and scrutinized the portrait.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she reached out. “Give me the pen.”
Miguel handed it to her, feeling skeptical.
Thalia picked up the pen and began to draw on the portrait while the others watched on nervously. When she was finished, Thalia picked up the drawing and gazed at it with satisfaction. “Much better. It's now an eight or nine,” she announced.
The others followed her gaze and saw that she had added a crooked line on the man's forehead in the portrait.
“Is that... a scar?” Denise asked, puzzled.
Thalia nodded. “Yes, a crescent-shaped scar. There's always a slight difference between a portrait and the real person, but this will make him stand out.”
The others nodded in agreement.
Thalia raised a brow when she saw that everyone had fallen silent. “What's the matter? Is something wrong?”
They shook their heads in unison. “No, everything looks good.”
Thalia nodded in satisfaction. “All right then. I think I've made myself very clear. If you see him, it's most likely him.”
The others nodded in agreement.
“All right, let's eat,” Thalia said.
Everyone then picked up their utensils and dug in.
Anthony would scan his surroundings from time to time, trying to spot any signs of the man from the portrait.
Thalia was about to start eating when her phone rang. She quickly answered when she saw that the caller ID indicated it was Natasha.
“Hello.”
“How are things? Have you reached?” Natasha's voice came through the speakerphone.
Denise's eyes brightened when she heard Natasha's voice. “Is it Nat?”
Thalia nodded.
Denise leaned in closer to the phone. “Nat.”
Natasha's tone softened at the sound of her daughter's voice. “Yes, it's me.”
“Nat, we've arrived, and we're all good here, so don't worry.”
“I'm glad to hear that. Be good and listen to your brothers, okay?”
“Okay!”
After their brief exchange, Denise returned to her meal while Thalia held the phone up to her ear. “Don't worry. We'll return as soon as we're done here. I'll make sure your kids return in one piece as well.”
“You know me. I just called to ask how things are going. I'm not worried.”
“Your kids will be very sad to hear that.”
“They're used to it by now.”
Thalia laughed. “I don't know if I should consider them lucky to be your kids or not.”
“Of course they are. It's hard to find open-minded parents like me these days.”
“How narcissistic of you.”
After their little banter, Natasha spoke up. “Just let me know if you need any help.”
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