The morning began quietly.
Elara spent most of it at the gallery site, reviewing the new lighting adjustments with the contractor and walking through the space again to see how the changes felt in person.
The gallery was still unfinished. Dust lingered in the air, ladders leaned against unfinished walls, and half of the floor remained covered in protective sheets. But the structure of the place was finally starting to show itself.
That part always pleased her.
Design existed first in drawings and ideas. But the moment when it began to turn into a real place — something people could walk through and feel was the part she liked most.
She was standing near the entrance reviewing the placement of the front desk when her phone buzzed in her pocket.
She expected Naomi.
Ins
