James drove away without looking back.
Daisy glanced at the painting.
The only reason she had wanted it back then was because James had casually mentioned in high school that he liked the artist.
Over the years, he had long since forgotten.
But she hadn't.
Now that she no longer loved James...
The painting, worth over a million dollars, meant nothing to her.
She walked straight to a trash can and tossed it inside.
When she got home, Daisy called her mother.
"Mom, I can meet Nathan Blackwood on Christmas."
"Oh, that's wonderful! Christmas is perfect. The atmosphere will be lovely. I'll contact him right away."
After hanging up, Daisy let out a long breath and collapsed onto the sofa.
She sat there for a while before getting up to pack her things.
There were still quite a few it
