Chapter 19

"Do you have time this afternoon? A new art exhibit just opened, and I'd love for you to come with me," Simon said. I froze mid-page as I browsed the menu. An art exhibit? Ever since my injury, I had unconsciously avoided anything to do with painting. Deep down, I still loved it, but… I glanced at my scarred right hand. "Serena, did you hear me? I don't think I've ever told you this, but I'm actually an artist. And when I was looking at the photos from our first shoot, I had a strong feeling you possessed a painter's sensibility. "But when I saw your right hand, I realized something must have happened that took painting away from you. That's why I want you to come with me." I met Simon's earnest gaze and found myself unable to refuse. "Okay," I murmured. The moment we arrived at the gallery, a wave of hesitation hit me. I wasn't sure I was ready to face my scar. Just then, a hand reached out from beside me, gently taking mine. I looked up to meet a pair of expectant eyes. "C