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He raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
I shook my head and pushed out a smile. “Never mind. Is Kelsey with you?”
“We went to dinner but decided not to attend together.”
“Oh no, is everything okay between you two? She had so much good to say about you—”
“I’d rather not speak about her.”
I frowned, feeling as if something went wrong somehow, but I didn’t want to push him. I knew enough about Damian to know that when he was pushed, he clammed up. “I can show you around.”
“Okay.”
We began walking around the gallery, and whenever he’d compliment my work, I’d think about hugging him. Instead, I said, “Thanks for coming tonight.”
“It’s important to you.”
“Yes.”
“Then it’s an honor to be invited.”
Oh, Damian.
I tried to ignore the skipping beats of my heart.
For a hardened beast, he sure had his moments of softness.
“So, the theme of the series tonight is grief. I started years ago, when I was only a little girl, after my mother passed away. Then I finished the final piece after Kevin’s passing. I use a mixture of charcoals and acrylics to make it come together. I recently got into paint pouring, but none of those pieces made it into the final choices for tonight because I don’t feel confident enough in the techniques to showcase them to anyone.”
“If they are even half as good as these, then you’re holding on to masterpieces.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Was that a compliment from the Beast?”
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
“My ego is already inflating.”
A tiny smile hit the corners of his mouth, but he dropped it just as fast. “How many have you sold?”
“None yet. Honestly, I might not sell any. A handful of people have stopped in, but none found the need to purchase. Which is fine. It’s just exciting to have people viewing my work. Plus, it’s probably my fault. I should’ve dropped the prices. I’m probably overselling myself.”
Damian lowered his brows as he stared my way, then he stepped closer to the painting to look at the price tag.
He huffed. “You should’ve charged more. You’re worth more than that.”
My heart did that skipping thing again.
“Have you handed out QR codes to the individuals coming in and out of the space?”
“No. I told them my website where they can purchase pieces, though.”
He frowned in disappointment. “People are lazy. Even worse than their laziness, they have the focus of toddlers. Society would convince you that humans grow out of the toddler stage of life, but honestly, they just get taller and still act like children. They need things to be right in their faces, or their focus shifts.”
“I agree. But, with the short notice of the show—”
“Next time come to me,” he offered. “I have one of the best assistants in the world. He can get everything done for you.”
“I… wow. Damian, thank you. That’s a truly amazing offer.”
