Jagatha Hewitt.

She was probably one of the most popular talking points in contemporary art. A sculptor who suddenly entered the art world and conquered it.

She has her own unique style. Her works often combine classical forms with modern materials and techniques. Perhaps it is this unusual combination of old and new that is so attractive.

Jagata leads a rather private lifestyle, avoiding unnecessary attention from the press and the public. No matter how hard journalists try. Not much is known about her private life, as she carefully guards her privacy.

All because of the terrible secret Jagata is hiding. She recently turned 213. It sounds unbelievable, even crazy. But unfortunately it is a harsh reality for a woman to have to live with.

10 November.

Jagata sat in the spacious living room and looked old photographs that had survived. Suddenly the doorbell rang. The woman frowned, trying to remember who it could be. She takes out her work computer and looks to see if there is a client or journalist on the schedule for today.

(To be honest, Jagata has a certain aversion to these new technologies. She may look young, but she is 213 years old! Jagata stubbornly believe that a notebook and pen are the best way to record information.)

And here is the list her need. The woman's eyes widened, she really was expecting a guest! Jagatha rushed to open the door.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, please come in while I bring you some tea."

Ten minutes later the woman returned with an old tea set. She really loved anything old.

"I hope that you will enjoy this type of tea."

Jagata did not wait for an answer. Her eyes widened and she almost dropped the tea set as she hurriedly placed it on the table. She had been so engrossed in the tea and the guest that she had completely forgotten to put the photos back in the album. This mistake could cost the secret. Jagata grabbed the photo roughly from the guests' hands.

"You have no right to take other people's things without the owner's permission."