Aria Nora
Morning sunlight streams through the gallery windows, casting soft shapes on the polished floor. I adjust the lights over a new art setup, a collection of abstract paintings. The colors make me feel strange. Sad, but kind of hopeful too. A weird mix that matches how life has felt lately.
“Perfect,” I whisper, stepping back to take it all in. Five months ago, I never thought I’d be here again, doing what I love. After losing the baby, there were days I couldn’t even get out of bed, let alone show up to work.
“Aria! The Maddox stuff just got here. Wanna come see it?” Liv, my assistant, calls from the front.
“Coming!” I call back, grateful for the distraction.
As I pass by one of the glass displays, I catch my reflection. I look... better. The dark circles under my eyes aren’t
