Thalia's Pov
A soft chiming sound broke the quiet stillness of my room. I picked up my phone from the edge of the desk and tapped the screen. An email notification popped up at the top of my inbox. My heart took a small, nervous leap as I tapped the message open to read the text.
It was a reply from the art gallery I had applied to four days ago.
‘Dear Miss Thalia. We have reviewed your application and preliminary portfolio. We are very impressed with your work and would like to invite you for an in-person interview at our gallery within the next four days. Please reply to this email to confirm your preferred time slot.’
A small breath of relief escaped my lips. I set the phone down on my desk, staring at the confirmation message.
It was good news. It was the first real step toward my
