Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Tiffany chuckled and slowly opened her eyes. She said, “But that’s not what I want

If she wanted Philip’s approval, she wouldn’t need to resort to these tricks. A dozen paintings showcasing her talent would impress him more than anything else.

Zoe was puzzled. “Then what do you want?”

“Don’t ask. Just sit back and enjoy the show,” said Tiffany.

She narrowed her eyes and patted the grass beside her. “Come lie down.”

“Okay!” replied Zoe.

Since Tiffany didn’t explain. Zoe didn’t press further. She supported Tilfahy unconditionally, no matter what happened.

At that moment, in the spacious studio, the students peeked out in excitement when they saw so many masters arriving They quickly returned to their seats and put on their most serious expressions.

Philip walked in and raised a painting in his hand, asking, “Who painted this?”

It was a landscape painting, full of poetic charm and captured beautifully.

However, the students were all clueless and shook their heads in confusion.

One student said. “It wasn’t me”

Another stated, “Not me, either.”

Seeing everyone shaking their heads, Philip was a bit surprised. This must have flown out of the window and landed where I picked it up. None of you painted this?”

Sandra, who had just returned from the restroom, overheard this. A thought quickly formed in her mind.

Hence, she walked in confidently and said with a smile, “Sir, this is my painting. I was sitting over there, and it must have blown off when I went to the restroom.

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Sandra pointed to her seat conveniently close to the window, which was open. It was entirely believable that the wind could have blown it down.

“Oh, it was you,” said Philip.

He was pleased and nodded repeatedly. “Well, this is a pleasant surprise! Wonderful! From today onwards, you’re my student.

Being a renowned artist’s student guaranteed a spot in the international competition.

Regardless of whether Sandra would be recognized by other artists in the future, she had carved out her place in the art community.

The students looked at each other, unable to hide the envy in their eyes,

Sandra was thrilled. Originally, the process required several rounds of selection. However, thanks to the painting, Philip had directly accepted her as a student, so she was exempted from all subsequent tests.

Sandra could not help but feel that she had made a wise decision. If she had waited for the owner of the painting to show up, Philip wouldn’t have accepted, her as a student.

She wasn’t afraid of being discovered since she was naturally talented. Even if she was exposed, she could always claim that it was a false accusation, and she was confident people would believe her.

Sandra smiled gently and said. “Thank you, sir.”

And so, for the rest of the afternoon, Philip dedicated his time to guiding Sandra, while the other artists offered some pointers to the remaining students.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

After class, Philip and the others left in satisfaction.

Sandra was once again surrounded by her classmates. The envious students showered her with praise.

“Sandra, you’re amazing! You really are the most talented student at our school. Compared to you, your cousin is just a disgrace. She has nothing going for her besides her family background,” a young lady said,

A man remarked. “With your talent, it won’t be a problem for you to win an award in this international competition!”

A girl echoed, “Yes, yes, don’t forget about us then. And if Mr. Fremont is still accepting students, see if he can take us in too. Well work hard”

As everyone was flattering Sandra, she felt proud but remained humble on the surface.

“Oh, I was just lucky. But don’t worry, I’ll definitely put in a good word for you all with Mr. Fremont. If he agrees, we can be classmates again,” said Sandra.

Hearing this, the others liked her even more.

The news spread quickly, and when Tiffany heard about it, she wasn’t surprised and simply smiled.

She probably knew Sandra better than anyone in this world. The latter was selfish, petty, and narrow-minded.

Tiffany had sent such a golden opportunity Sandra’s way. Of course, Sandra would take it.

Now that the fish had taken the bait, it was time to reel it in.

Hence, Tiffany took out a few more of her previous works and told Zoe to find a way to get them to Philip the following day.

Zoe didn’t understand her plan and asked in confusion, “Tiffany Sandra has already taken your place, and you’re sending out more paintings? Why?”

“For… Tiffany’s smile turned mischievous, “For drowning her in them.”

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That night, Sandra dreamed sweetly.

In her dream, she fantasized about winning the highest honor in the international competition, and from then on, no one in Lovell City would ever look down on her again. Also, Kenneth confessed his feelings for her and wanted to marry her.

When Sandra woke up, she was in an exceptionally good mood. But just she was called over by Philip as soon as she finished breakfast.

“Sir, are you looking for me?” asked Sandra.

She walked into the studio that the school had specially prepared for the famous artists. It was clean, spacious, and bright, Philip was studying the things on the table with his back facing her. When he heard her coming, be hurriedly called out, “Come over here. This painting is in the same style as your landscape painting from yesterday, but looking at the paper, it seems to be quite old, right?”

Sandra’s smile froze. She looked down to see a painting of a rustle village scene on the table, with smoke curling from chimneys, white clouds, and birds, all depicted in a leisurely style.

It was clearly from the same person who had drawn the landscape painting from the day before.

Seeing that she was stunned, Philip teased with a smile, “What’s the matter? You don’t remember your own work?”

Sandra replied in embarrassment, “I painted this a year ago. I remember some classmates liked my paintings, so I gave away several of them. I didn’t expect someone to bring it out now.”

She said this in advance, paving the way for herself. If the real artist came forward later, she could use this excuse to turn the situation in her favor.

Philip nodded with a gratified look in his eyes. “You’re the student with the most potential I’ve ever seen. You have a bright future ahead of you, and I have high hopes

“Thank you, sir.” Sandra said happily.

“Now, go and prepare for next month’s competition. If you have any questions, come to me. Philip then added, “By the way, you’re very good at oil painting. That’s your strong suit. Compete on this theme. I believe you won’t let me down.”

T-Sandra opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed her words. Of all the styles, oil painting was her weakest. But she couldn’t admit that. She had to push through, no matter what.

After leaving Philip’s studio, Sandra returned to the dorm in a troubled state, only to find Tiffany was doing something unknown in the room.

Out of curiosity, Sandra quietly went upstairs and pecked through the slightly open door.

There she saw Tiffany, with her back to the door, seriously working on a painting on the balcony. The artwork on the paper was an exquisite oil painting.