Lilith’s Pov
I checked my phone one last time before heading to bed. Nothing from Emily. Not even a missed call.
Still, I smiled to myself. I had my gallery now. My own space. My dream come true.
So I did what any sane, excited person would do, I opened my job groups and freelance boards and made a post:
"Looking for a reliable assistant to join me in launching a brand-new art gallery. Serious inquiries only. Interviews begin soon."
It felt surreal even typing that.
After that, I dropped my phone, slid under the covers, and let the excitement buzz in my chest as I drifted to sleep.
My life was finally… moving. For once, forward.
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The next morning, I didn’t even reach for my phone. I hopped out of bed, practically dancing into the bathroom. Took my bath. Did my hair. Brushed my
