Christian blinked his eyes to check if what he saw was real—if what Julienne was saying were real. He stood rooted on the ground for a few moments but his cell made a loud sound, snapping him to reality. Samantha’s name etched across his phone, and he immediately dashed to the counter to pay for her skirt whilst answering his phone.
“Are you almost done?” She almost asked in a tone of annoyance. She let out a breath of impatience from the other end of the line and it was truly obvious she was keeping her temper at bay.
“Yeah,” he answered breathlessly and hastened his pace to the art exhibit—Samantha’s art exhibit. Sam ended the call without a word as his heart beat faster, pounding loudly against his ribcage. His fingers were tumultuously shaking, as if the recent events hadn’t made him
