Lila’s P.O.V.
I stepped out of the car, feeling a blend of excitement and nerves dance through me. The arts center was already bustling with people, their chatter filling the air, as me and Skye joined the crowd. The soft glow of the lights, the buzz of conversations, and the distinct smell of fresh paint and polished wood made my heart skip with pride. I had spent weeks working on this exhibition, and tonight was the culmination of it all. It felt surreal in a way, like a dream I hadn’t fully allowed myself to believe would come true.
Blade gave me an enthusiastic pat on the shoulder.
“Good luck, Lila. I’m off to mingle and look at all the things I don’t understand,” he said with a playful grin before disappearing into the crowd.
“Be nice to the art!” I called after him with a laugh.
