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~Velma’s POV
Helena’s smile widened slightly. “Good. That’s what we expect from a legend.”
The words settled over me like warmth, a quiet affirmation of all the effort and struggle that had led to this moment.
Elena gently squeezed my arm. “We’ll start planning the exhibition soon. You’ll see, it’s going to be incredible.”
I nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude, pride, and anticipation all at once. The gallery, the exhibition, the city, it all felt like the world I had fought for, and finally, it was within my reach.
I stood up as Elena turned to Mrs. Helena. “I’ll take Velma to meet some of the staff she’ll be working with,” she said politely.
Helena nodded, her eyes kind but authoritative. “Of course,” she said.
I glanced to my side and froze. Jaden wasn’t there. My chest tigh
