Chapter Fifteen
Wednesday is a slower day. I get up early to continue my various projects, but the house is quiet for much longer than usual. After a late breakfast, Sarah and Aiden sort out the seating chart for the reception—with many unhelpful comments from Josh and Caleb—and I return to my room so I don’t have to be involved. I’d rather stab one of my paintbrushes through my eyeball than decide where a hundred and twenty people should sit for dinner.
I send a rough draft of the urban fantasy vampire illustration to a client for suggestions, and do a little more work on the steampunk poster draft. I answer a few query emails, save two email confirmations of deposits that have been paid, and schedule new projects into my calendar. I also try to break my habit of checking my phone every
