The gallery glowed.
Soft golden lights spilled across white walls. Sienna's paintings hung everywhere. Colors bleeding into each other. Stories frozen in oil and canvas.
People moved through the space. Champagne glasses catching light. Cameras flashing. Voices murmuring.
"Exquisite."
"Raw."
"Bold."
Her name whispered from mouth to mouth.
Sienna stood near the entrance. Her dress was simple. Black. Elegant. Nothing to distract from the art.
This was it. Her first solo exhibition. The Blake Foundation hosting. Critics here. Buyers here. Everyone who mattered.
Her dream. Finally real.
Her pulse thundered so loud she could barely hear the compliments around her.
She looked around the room. At faces she knew. Faces she didn't.
Part of her hoped he wouldn't
