"HELLO, WELCOME to Clarissa Langston's exhibition. May I see your invitation card...” Clarissa heard the muttering from afar as the ushers helped people into the showcasing room.
Clarissa loved the way it turned out. Soft music was playing at the back while people moved around and tried to interpret her work. The decorations were elegant they were straight to the point. This was all her, exactly what she wanted. She knew she was supposed to share that night with her sponsor but she couldn't help taking Nicholas' advice and for once be selfish with what she had been given. People sipped champagne or wine while they made idle conversation, waiting for her to make a speech and launch the exhibition. Where was Nicholas?
Clarissa was a bundle of nerves! She was trembling in her shoes even tho
