I wasn't in the mood to go out, but when Sebby mentioned the name of the artist whose exhibit we were about to visit, everything that'd been bothering me flew right out the window!
It was Joan Langley! She's not that famous yet, but I do admire her work!
I quickly got ready the moment he told me his driver would pick me up.
As usual, I just put on a pair of comfortable clothes then pulled my hair up in a bun. I grabbed my cross-body bag and I was ready to go. I was even humming while taking the flight of stairs.
"Ms. Liza, where are you going? Should I call the driver?" Carol immediately asked when she saw me in a hurry.
"Thanks but no need," I smiled. "Sebby's driver will come pick me up."
"Okay," she nodded. "Did you tell your father about it?"
"Oh, shoot!" I almost forgot. "I'm g
