Chapter 45
Melanie’s POV
I ran my fingers through my hair for the hundredth time, trying to find the perfect balance between polished and effortless. I’d been in the same space with some of the most influential men in the city, sat at tables with them, and held conversations.
So why did this feel so nerve-racking?
My reflection stared back at me, her stance perfected, her outfit stunning, yet her eyes gave it away. The fear of uncertainty was right there.
With those men, I knew exactly what to do and how to do it. Dad had taught me that much, and not to mention most of the time I was in a situation where my father had the upper hand. In this case, I was left to someone else’s authority.
“This exhibition reframes resilience,” I said into my reflection. “It asks the viewer to sit with
