POV’s Tate
Almost a week had passed since I surprised Philip for his birthday, and I was still feeling…
Confused?
Happy?
Turned on?
Yeah, definitely confused.
I was so glad that Philip had liked the gift I’d gotten him. My grandfather often dealt with art dealers, especially because he was obsessed with procuring the most elite collection of paintings and ceramics ever assembled. So I’d called him to ask for a favor.
If I could borrow his favorite art consultant and have them help me hunt down a specific tea set.
And boy was it stressful.
The idea had come to me literally this month, so it wasn’t like I even had the chance to procrastinate. I spent hours staying up late at night, scouring the internet for past art deals and transactions. The tea set had been separated into three:
