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Guess she was proving him right, one guy at a time.
Amelia stepped into the studio and smiled. The lighting was perfect. The music soft, yet pleasant. Stella would be happy, if not terribly nervous. Something Amelia understood well. It never got easier showing others your creative work, no matter how many times you did it, or how much money you made on your last piece.
Plus, there was always someone who loved it. And someone who didn’t. The latter usually much louder than the first.
Someone at the door took her coat as she slid her phone out of the pocket, slipped it into her tiny black Chanel purse, and popped it over her shoulder.
She turned and smiled when she saw Stella across the room. They locked eyes and gave each other a quick, friendly wave, but Amelia left her to chat with the small group of potential buyers.
She’d promised Stella she wouldn’t buy anything tonight. Amelia understood her reasoning. She didn’t want charity; she wanted genuine buyers who loved her work.
Except there was no way Chang from Studio XOXO would hang her art if he didn’t think it was commercially viable. Amelia knew that.
He was tough. Hence, his vast and very notable success. Tonight, he’d pulled some of the harshest critics and the city's wealthiest clients to attend Stella’s event.
Amelia loved her friend’s work, even if she was biased. Kind of. She was an artist, so she knew great art when she saw it.
Stella was good.
“Ma’am?” A server slowed and offered her a glass of champagne.
“Thank you,” Amelia said, taking a flute. One sip, and she recognized it as her favorite, Cristal.
“We’re here, we’re here!” Emma, her soon-to-be sister-in-law, cried behind her as the door flew open.
Amelia smiled and turned, almost laughing at the painful look on Aidan’s face as he followed Logan into the studio.
“One hour, and you can go home,” Amelia said to him as he removed his coat and dropped a kiss on her forehead. It was their thing, and he’d done it for as long as she could remember.
Aidan fake groaned.
“Ame’s,” Logan said, kissing her cheek next.
“Come on, let’s do this,” Aidan said, smirking at her. “The clock starts now.”
“You didn’t have to come,” Emma chastised him.
“Are you kidding me? This one would never let me hear the end of it. Anyway, I’m here to ensure Logan doesn’tinvestin a poor piece of art.”
“First, I’m the one who collects art, not you, so what makes you think you’re qualified to advise? Secondly, no.”
Aidan shrugged. “I’ll tell you if it sucks.”
Amelia crossed her arms. “None of them suck. They are Stella’s best work.”
Logan grinned at their brother.
“Fucker. I walked straight into that,” Aidan moaned as Logan nodded, then burst out laughing.
“Jesus, they’re like children when they’re together,” Emma said, shaking her head and looping her arm through Amelia’s.
“Welcome to my life. To your new life.” Amelia laughed.
“Save me,” Emma muttered as the two of them wandered further into the room, leaving the men behind.
Around them, dozens of prints hung on the walls. Each one has a plaque beside it naming and describing the piece. All of them POA.
Price on application.
