The Billionaire And His One In A Million Work Of Art

**[Birds chirping]** It's finally the long anticipated day I have waited almost a million years, I muttered to myself. I leaned back on my bed, reflecting on my journey so far as an artist. My heart fluttered in excitement and anxiety as I wondered what awaited me at the gala. If, at long last, I'll meet someone who will believe and support my passion. The invite to the gala had arrived unexpectedly in my mail, and it promised to be an evening of art and charity. Perhaps this was luck on my side. This is finally an opportunity to expose me to the luxirious world of art, I thought. Glancing at the mirror, already dressed elegantly in a black lace gown, I gave my make-up a little touch-up. My brow's furrowed deep in thought. What if I feel out of place? The individuals at the gala are obviously high-class individuals. Will I fit in? While I pondered, I didn't notice my Dad's knock on my door. His soft pat on my shoulder brought me back to reality, and I gasped. "You look glamorous," He said with a big smile. I chuckled and calmly replied, "Thanks, Dad." He sighed and paused for a while. His affectionate gaze reminded me of the times life knocked me down, and he always told me to get back up and chase my dreams. "What were you thinking?" He asked. I gulped and bit my lips, knowing that I couldn't lie to my Dad about my worries. "I'm scared, Dad. I'm scared cause this is a huge stepping stone for me, I know. And I don't know if I'm ready yet for the change that lies ahead." I knew this charity gala would turn the tables for me, and I will finally get to live the dream life I've always wanted, and why was I scared? Well, cause there's going to be a rapid change in my life and all those years of relentlessly working hard, finally pays off, and I'm suddenly getting funds for my art projects and collaboration proposals. Yes, it's a good thing for me, but... it's scary. And I couldn't hide my fears and worries from my Dad. "I'm not ready yet." "Uhhh, Ariel, calm down, okay? I knew you had these worries, and I'm so glad you're telling me about it." He sighed and continued. "You see, when finally you realise you're close to achieving your dreams, you become so scared, and some people out of their fret lose that opportunity. It's normal, it's normal to be scared of a big change, it's normal to reflect on the struggles you've faced and all the things you had to put up with in the industry. But the change is good!" I smiled, hugged him, and said, "It's scary," my voice shaky. These were the comforting words I craved to hear. I couldn't help but sob. "Don't cry. It'll ruin your make-up." He said, and I chuckled lightly, gently wiping my tears. I walked a few steps to my bed and picked up the canvas that was wrapped in a protective covering. "Do you think they'll like it?" I asked, my eyes sparkling. "They'll love it since you believe in it." he replied assuringly. This piece represents my journey - my journey as an artist. The splash of bright faded colours shows the endless expectations and struggles I faced, but in all of that, there was an underlying beauty. When I received the invite to the gala, I pondered on which piece would represent my journey of artistry, so I decided to make this piece that reflects my journey. "Thanks, Dad." With a deep sigh, I continued. "You push me." "And remember, it's not solely about impressing the affluent people at the gala. It's about you and sharing your journey. It's about sharing a part of yourself, okay?" My Dad's unwavering support and encouragement hits differently every time. His gentle tone and words of affirmation pushed me to do better. I arrived at the gala in my car, excitement and anxiety swirled inside me, and I took a deep and steadying breath as I walked in. The gala was held at Stone Art Gallery, which is known for its elite clientele and luxiriant decor. Walking past the threshold, I spotted some artwork that was in gilded frames. My heart raced at the elegant crowd twirling in conversations, their laughter bubbling, with the orchestral soft music playing in the background. It felt like a scene from my dream - a world which I always have imagined one day belonging. Anxiously clutching my piece, I scanned the room. Suddenly, I felt out of place amidst the expensive suits and exquisite gowns. Then I remembered my Dad's words; that I am responsible for every of my feelings and if I feel out of place, it's not the place but my esteem. In this art world of style and elegance, I should get used to exoticness and luxury. I felt a sense of relief as i walked further inside. On each side of the wall was filled with vibrant artworks, every piece breathtaking and unique in its own way. As I stared at the artwork, my gaze was drawn to tall figure by the bar, who I couldn't help but notice the confidence he exuded. He was wearing a sleek black tuxedo, and his dark hair framed his manly features, no doubt very handsome and attractive. I stopped staring at him and made my way to the centre of the gallery. "Ouuu, this is it." I said to myself as I gave my piece to the auctioneer who placed my piece for auctioning. I stood beside my piece and strained to catch snippets from anyone who passed by, but the crowd's chatter made it difficult to hear anything. The auction finally began, and I focused on the various buyers bidding for pieces. A flutter of nerves coursed through my veins, and my heart was racing. With each piece that sold out, I cheered silently for the artists while anxiously waiting for my own piece. I drifted my gaze from the auction, only to meet with the eyes of a woman dressed in a blue shimmering gown, holding a glass of champagne, I smiled in greeting and she returned the gesture warmly. Then, I felt a gentle nudge, and it was the woman. "I saw your piece." she said, smiling broadly. "Oh." I replied. I was surprised that someone noticed my piece and, at the same time, worried since she didn't add any comment. "It's beautiful," she added enthusiasthically, her eyes gleaming. "Thanks!" I replied, my eyebrows raised with a smile. "Are you ready to introduce your art?" She inquired as she noticed my face tensed with anxiety. "Are you nervous?" "I.. uhh, I am. This is huge for me." I replied, getting rid of my nervousness. "I'm Ariel, by the way," I introduced myself, feeling the warmth of her friendliness, "And I really hope my piece gains attention tonight." "Surely!" she exclaimed. "Uhh, I'm Lara, and I have a small art gallery downtown, and I'm always on the lookout for beautiful art pieces, and your artwork is incredible, I must say." My eyes widened at her revealation. "This gala will be an opportunity to attract incredible attention for your art." Lara's words gave me courage. An art gallery owner is intrigued by my artwork. The realization that tonight was going to be life-changing, sent a ripple of courage through me. Before I could immerse myself in thoughts, the auctioneer's voice called attention to my piece. "Introducing Ariel Blake's 'Journey Through Colours!'" There was a loud chatter from the crowd, and they seemed interested in my piece.