Iris
I’ve just pulled up to the gallery when I notice that the lobby is already filling up. It’s surprising, to say the least; all these people aren’t just coming for me, are they?
As an artist, I’ve always kept my identity private—more for Miles’ sake than mine, although I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t also to keep Arthur from finding any information on me if he searched. I use the pseudonym ‘Flora’, and I’ve rarely shown my face online. My work might be up and coming, but few know anything about the real woman behind it.
Which is exactly why a crowd of this size takes me aback, especially when I see all of the cameras and notepads.
Before I can even reach the front doors, someone with a camera spots me and comes rushing over, causing the rest of the crowd to follow.
