#Chapter 91 It’s an Art

I was ready to go five minutes before Victor picked me up. Jennifer and I chose a floor-length skirt and a silk top with an illusion neckline. The top showed too much of my skin, so I paired it with a short, light jacket. My hair was in a braided updo, and I was wearing red lipstick for the first time. Jennifer said my overall look was classy and chic. My reflection in the mirror gave me a thrill and a confidence boost, but the young woman I saw looked too good to be me. Victor let out a little whistle when he saw me walk down the stairs. “Wow! You look amazing.” I blushed. “Thank you. Let me say good night to Alex, and I’ll be ready to go.” Alex told me to have a good time, and we were soon out the door. We climbed into the Lamborghini, and we were off for the latest art show at Mirage, the most successful and trendiest gallery in the city. “What do you know about the artist?” Victor asked. “Emily Miller is in her early thirties. She became an orpha