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“Why don’t you walk me out?” I stood and reached out to grab his hand while a small smile danced on his lips.
He stood, then slid his hands through my hair, pulling me close.
My breath hitched, my brain and my body going to war, wanting him to beg for forgiveness when all I wanted to do was put this behind us and figure out our future. Together.
FORTY-SIX
FAITH
I sank into my hip and stared at the collection that had been artfully arranged by the gallery crew.
Never in a million years did I think I’d get the prime location in the gallery—the area usually reserved for the top talent of the evening.
Swallowing, I nodded and smiled as Delilah walked me through the space.
“We had to start an RSVP list after interest in the show skyrocketed thanks to that article that came out. People have been stopping by trying to catch a glimpse of you. It’s been great publicity although I had to let Harmony know she was no longer welcome to show here. She should have known better than to go to the gossip blogs. Honestly, what was she thinking? This isn’t an episode of Real Housewives,” she said. “Besides, we have a whole press campaign, and that wasn’t part of it.” She patted my back before gesturing for us to continue walking. “I have to say, I’m impressed. I was worried you’d choke after the last showing since it took so long to kickstart your mojo.”
“Gee, thanks.”
But she must not have heard me. “We need all our talent here at six and then we will open the doors to the public at seven. VIPs get priority of course, and we expect there to be a line.”
She kept marching at her fast pace through the gallery pointing to different things and then she tapped one of the blank sign holders where pricing and info about the artist would go. “We’re going to raise prices on all the pieces by fifty percent or more. Might as well capitalize on the interest.”
“What if my paintings aren’t worth that much?”
She turned and lowered her glasses. “They are worth whatever someone is willing to pay for them. Right now demand is hot, never forget that.”
I rolled my shoulders back. “You’re right.”
“Anything else?” Delilah went back to being engrossed in her phone.
Okay, then…I took that as my cue to leave. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She waved without taking her eyes off her device.
I grabbed my purse and slid my sunglasses into place, taking care to open the door slowly. Another one of Beck’s guys, Charlie, stood outside waiting for me. He gave me a little nod to know he was there, but without approaching me. I appreciated the space as I traversed the streets on the way back to Luna’s apartment in Brooklyn.
The streets bustled with commuters heading home from their office jobs, everyone walking with purpose and determination.
A pit formed in my stomach, the anticipation of tomorrow’s gallery show getting to me. Especially now that things were mostly, possibly, okay between me and Sebastian.
My phone vibrated in my purse.
It was the family group text.
Dad
Can’t wait for tomorrow. Your aunt and I want to take you to dinner afterwards. Tell me where you want to go, and I’ll get us a reservation.
Dominic
I assume Daisy and I are invited. I can handle the reservation, Dad.
Dad
Fine, you handle the reservation, and I’ll handle getting flowers for Faith since it’s her big night.
I smiled and shook my head.
