Penelope’s POV:
Sunday came too fast. And it was time to open SB Tragos Art Gallery to the world.
The grand hall downstairs was abuzz with activity. Soft classical music filled the air, mingling with the murmur of guests and the scent of expensive perfume. Champagne flowed in excess, and everywhere I turn all I see are expensive smiles and even more expensive art work. I’ve smiled so much my cheeks ache. I never knew greeting people could be so draining.
Baron was eager to lend his private collection to be put up for display. A collection that he never been put up before.
“Congratulations on your opening dear, I look forward to your exploits,” Melissa says, flashing me a clipped smile while she hooked her arm tightly with Baron’s.
“Thank you, Mrs Baron,”
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