"Are you okay?” he asks. I nod, only to realize he can't see me over the phone.
“Yes, did you get back safe?”
“Yes.”
I’m on the phone with Raul while walking out of the hotel for my meeting. The art curator I’m meeting was a connection from the masquerade ball exhibitioner, and if this deal goes through, it could be a huge step toward getting more exposure for my work. But Raul’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts as I wait for my Uber.
“Have you thought about what we discussed?” he asks, his tone clipped, as if he’s running out of patience.
I sigh, knowing exactly what he’s referring to. I did think about it. I even went ahead and tried it, but it turned out to be a huge disappointment.
“Alessandro changed his mind,” I say, hearing Raul mutter something under his breath, like he can’
