CHAPTER 24
JENNA’S POV
Soft classical music blended seamlessly with the low murmur of conversations just as I stepped into the art gallery.
Beautiful paintings hung in a line along the white painted walls which contrasted elegantly with the environment,
The air lingered with fresh paint, and what smelt like a hint of roses.
I turned scanning the room, my eyes darting between sculptures and different paintings until they landed on him.
Elijah.
He had invited me over the phone, it was a late invite, but after much pondering I decided to go.
He currently stood in the middle of the gallery with a glass of champagne in one hand, while he talked to some people dressed in elegant suits and dresses.
He hadn’t noticed me yet.
He seemed to be guiding them. They moved from one canv
