/Third Person POV/
Jace felt inspired as he stared at the blank canvas in front of him. It was one of those days where he read the messages from his followers. He rarely does that on a weekend because that's the time for his creative juices go flow on the paper. Anyways one of the message caught his eye. They were from the art exhibition official account, the blue tick and everything. They asked him to do a piece for their gallery. He messaged them back, and they promised to send him a contract.
He rarely does that, accept offers from the galleries. Mostly because of the stress it puts on him and also he didn't want anyone to find out about him. The people in town already hated him for being rich. For some reason, he was confident.
The gallery was in Venice, and they were doing a week
