EpilogueMy heart is beating so hard, I feel like it might try to burst through my chest. What if people don’t like my work? What if it turns out to be a huge failure?
Sure, Lauren seemed to like what she saw when I brought my five canvases in last week, but what if she’s wrong?
“Don’t look so scared, it’s going to all work out,” Mom says, gently prodding me with her elbow.
“But what if…” I rub my hands together, trying to get rid of the clamminess.
“Drinks?” Peter steps up with two glasses of champagne and hands them to us.
“Thanks, that’s very kind,” Mom says, shooting him and me a smile. “I’m so glad you two managed to work things out. She was always a stubborn child, my Claudia.”
“Mom!” I protest, my hands still shaking as I hold onto the champagne flute.
“So I’ve noticed,” Peter
