Eleanor laughed nervously, waving her hand.
"R-Really? You all are joking too much. I can't be Sun. I'm just... someone who paints for fun!"
But Olivia looked serious now.
"I'm not joking. I've seen Sun's art for years, and this one feels exactly the same."
Theodore nodded.
"I agree. The colors, the details... it's just like Sun's work."
Aurora tilted her head with a sweet smile.
"But you said you don't use a pen name, right? Then why does your art look like Sun's? Are you copying?"
Eleanor's heart skipped a beat.
"W-What? No! I mean, I'm inspired by Sun, that's all!"
Aurora blinked slowly.
"Ah... So you're not Sun. But your art looks like Sun's. Hmm... strange."
She looked down at her plate and played with her fork like nothing had happened.
The air turned quiet for a moment. Olivia finally broke it with a soft giggle.
"Okay, okay, let's not scare Eleanor. Maybe she's just really talented."
