nineteen LeniI can barely breathe as I look around the beautifully lit space. This studio is simply gorgeous, and I’d be lying if I said that my framed pieces didn’t make it even better.
Thanks to Liam’s connection, I met with Frank a month ago with my portfolio in hand and my heart on my sleeve. I tried to play it cool, as if meeting with art gallery owners were a normal occurrence in my life. Thankfully, Frank made me feel so comfortable, and he truly loved my Texas-themed canvases, stating that he thought there was a huge market for them. I held in tears when he offered me my own show. Standing here now, with my work on the walls, I still can barely believe that it’s real.
“I’m so proud of you, Leni girl,” Mimi says beside me.
“Thank you for being here, Mimi.”
“I wouldn’t have misse
