I looked around at the half-empty gallery. The whole opening had completely exceeded my expectations. People rushed so many of my works that there were barely any left.
“We did it, E! I told you we would.” Beth ran up to me excitedly.
“I still can’t believe it. There are hardly any pieces left.” I smiled at her as we hugged.
“You finally made your dream come true. You are now a successful artist on the map.”
“I couldn’t have done any of this without your help. Thank you, Beth.”
“Come on. You were the one who spent hours painting. I just spent hours barking orders.” She shrugged.
I still couldn’t believe it. My gallery was a success. This was something that was mine. Not as Elara Hart or Mrs. Rooke. It was just mine.
“See, Elara, I told you it’d be a success. I could barely get any p
