#Chapter 53: Networking

Iris That night, I receive a text from Alice regarding the lecture series with Abbott Gallery. She’s attending a tour tomorrow afternoon and asks me to come, which I agree to. When I tell Arthur about it, he insists on watching Miles himself, as he has the day off. I hesitate at first, but I know he’ll take good care of Miles, and it makes Miles excited, so I relent. The following day, I pull up to the gallery to find her waving excitedly, wearing a lime green mini dress with pink tights and matching pumps. She looks like she stepped out of a 60s magazine. “Flora, I’m so glad you came!” she says, giving me a hug as I approach. “I didn’t want to do this alone.” I offer her a smile, especially appreciative of her use of my pseudonym in public, and we head inside. The Abbot Gallery is larger than Marsiel, but instead of a sleek, contemporary space with white walls and tile floors, it’s far older and more historic. The stone walls are ornately carved with vari