CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Another sparkling gallery event gave me another night to let my own work shine. This one seemed like the convergence of all my dreams in one grand affair. Yes, there’d been a rocky start to this with Theo’s stunning decisions to commandeer me away from the museum, and bring me to his penthouse to live. I’d gone through every emotion in my repertoire; I’d been depleted of all my physical and mental resources; I’d been treated worse than a slave, like dirt; I’d worked and suffered, and at the end of it, was coming out of the experience with a night I would long remember—and an attentive, if not still enigmatic, master at my side. We were as close as we’d ever been and I had to trust Theo’s judgment that the hoops he’d demanded I jump through had all been for a good purpose.
