*Harper*
My phone rings as I’m balancing a coffee mug in one hand and my sketchpad in the other. I almost ignore it, but the Chicago area code catches my eye. It’s the Whitney Gallery. I set everything down and grab my phone just before the call rolls to voicemail. “Hello?”
“Hi, is this Harper Ward?”
“This is she.”
“This is Stephanie from the Whitney Gallery in Chicago. I’m calling with some incredible news.”
I blink, my heart leaping into my throat. “Go on,” I squeak out, annoyed by how amateur I sound.
“We sold your piece,” she says, her voice bubbling with excitement. “It went for considerably more than the asking price. You’ll be receiving a huge check from us.”
“Oh, my God,” I breathe, my knees weakening until I have to lean against the counter. “That’s… wow. That’s amazing.”
