Dera.
The sky was that perfect kind of blue, cloudless, calm, and the morning sun made the cobbled streets look like something out of a painting. There’s something about the Sharma Town Fair that makes everything feel a little softer. A little lighter.
“Early bird gets the best cake!” Isabella said next to me, nudging my arm.
I smiled, nerves fluttering in my stomach.
“Early bird might also throw up on the carousel.”
She laughed, looping her arm through mine as we walked into the heart of it all.
“You’ll be fine. Your paintings are going to steal the show.”
That was the part making me want to disappear into thin air. Two of my pieces were being auctioned later. Out in the open. Judged by strangers. The thought of that made my stomach feel weird.
Still, I couldn’t help but feel a
