Rhea POV
When he had mentioned that word 'exhibition', I almost burst out laughing. But I stopped to think about it because it unlocked a poignant memory .
The truth was that I'd had dreams of owning one someday but that was before this whole mess that the past few years had brought. After Sophia happened, my main focus had been on just surviving to see the next day, to be alive.
I kissed teeth and waved a dismissive hand. "I don't see that ever happening. Many really famous artists don't ever get to leave the dream. So I definitely don't see myself there. Good thing I do this as a hobby."
His brows shot up, and his eyes went wide as if something I said shocked him. "You must be kidding, right?"
"What do you mean I'm kidding?"
"You do this as a hobby?"
I nodded.
He looked at the pa
