Epilogue
Austin — Five Months Later
“Do I finally get to see what you’ve been working on?” I asked Julia as we drove to the First Friday Art Trail.
“Maybe,” she said coyly.
She’d been hinting at a big event that she had been working toward for months. But nothing I’d said or done—and, trust me, I’d tried—could get her to change her mind. She was set on me finding out with everyone else. Because of that, I hadn’t been allowed to step foot into her art studio at her apartment. I’d respected her privacy, but it had been killing me not to know.
Julia had a parking spot for the event this time, so she wouldn’t have to park in a tow zone. I hopped out of her Tahoe and followed her around the corner to one of the warehouses already crowded with people.
“Are you ready?” she asked.
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