Aro's POV
The next day as I was walking by one of the windows in the west wing of the castle I spotted the painter. She was sitting on the edge of one of the many fountains Volterra has. It was Marcus' favorite fountain. It had a likeness of Didyme with a water jug in hand. I remember when he first commissioned it three centuries ago. He could see it from his private chambers. It was well known in this city that if anyone vandalized it the sentence was death.
The painter had a sketch pad in hand as well as a charcoal stick. She kept glancing at the marble statue then back to her pad. Unfortunately I couldn't see her drawing due to how she was sitting. She looked very content. With a brush of her hand she pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, smearing charcoal on her forehead.
I stood by the window watching her, just enjoying the peaceful day. All too soon the sun started dipping below the horizon. She pulled out a Volturi issued cell phone and called someone. I couldn't hear what she said over the noise of the fountain. Ten minutes later a compact car pulled up beside her. She was so entranced with her drawing that she didn't even notice the car. A man got out of vehicle. He touched her shoulder and her body jumped, startled. The man laughed when she looked up at him.
"Ready for your birthday dinner?" I read his lips. She nodded with a blush and I startled myself with a growl. He led her to the car, hand on her lower back.
I pushed myself away from the window and back to my office.
Aro doesn't consciously know why he's growling, but some part of him does... What do you think?