#Chapter 81: An Exhibition and a Show

Almara I couldn’t believe that it was finally time for the exhibition. It had been one of the hardest things I had ever done and now it was here. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as we got ready to open the doors. Noah was a steady presence on one side and Arthur was my rock on the other. For once, the two of them were getting along. Maybe Arthur had finally seen that Noah was nothing more than a friend, no matter what happened in the past. Either way, I was happy that they weren’t adding onto my stress. Molly gave the go ahead and the doors opened. Guests flooded in and I greeted every single one with a smile on my face. My cheeks were hurting, but I didn’t care. The grandeur of the exhibition hall hung heavy in the air, a symphony of colors and textures that danced upon the walls. Guests mingled, their laughter and whispers creating a lively backdrop to the masterpiece-filled room. As I stood among the throngs of admirers, my gaze was fixed on the canvas before me, entranced by