Chapter One
Sydney walked into the studio with her portfolio under her arm, ready to set up for class. The bustling day was giving way to a calm evening, as she pulled herself from the tedious frenzy of her job, and the cluttered undone things at home, in order to paint for two peaceful, glorious hours. Just walking into the art studio was donning another persona, the sensuous arty bohemian woman she wished she was more often.
“Sydney!” Someone drew her out of the blissful reverie, and she turned to Malcolm Eisley, her art instructor.
“Yes.”
“I was wondering, my dear, our model called me just a half hour ago. She’s sick and is going to have to cancel tonight. Would you like to substitute for her?”
Sydney’s eyes widen as Malcolm’s message registered in her brain. The startled expressio
