CHAPTER 86
A week later…
AZALEA
“You have four paintings sold?”
I heard the familiar voice of the man who had been of great help to me for the past years, bringing me comfort and strength. I turned around and smiled at him.
“I couldn’t believe it myself,” I replied cheerfully.
He came right after his work. We still have two hours before the exhibit closed for the day. The artworks would still be displayed until tomorrow, but those with buyers were labeled ‘sold.’ I have six pieces for sale and two for display only. Four out of my six pieces were sold on the first day, and there would be one more day for the exhibit. I was hoping I could sell the last two pieces tomorrow.
Ethan looked around before he even approached me. It was the Christmas season. My paintings were purchased to b
