Chapter 109
A sharp shriek almost pierced Erica’s eardruns through the phone, prompting her to hold the device at arm’s length before she spoke a few seconds later.
“Hey, Camila, Peter’s got an art exhibition this weekend at the Fairmount Gallery, and I pulled some strings to get you a ticket, Erica said, excitement brimming in her voice. “You owe me a fancy dinner when I get back from my business trip!”
Camila could almost feel the joy bubbling up from the depths of her heart, the invitation in her hand seemingly carrying all her anticipation and excitement. Her fingers trembled lightly as if she could sense Peter’s presence through the thin paper.
“I’ll treat you to ten!” Camila responded with a laugh. She recalled glimpsing at a few of Peter’s paintings at Connor’s house. Camila felt her heart stir as if a string had been plucked, leaving her restless..
As the weekend arrived, Camila got up early and headed to Connor’s place. After a workout, she freshened up, applied light makeup, and dressed in an elegantly fitting outfit.
She took out the invitation again, examining it carefully, her heart filled with anticipation. She rested for a moment and walked to the dining table, humming happily. The sunlight illuminated her making her look even more radiant.
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Connor caught a glimpse of Camila, a hint of surprise crossing his face. He noticed her outfit, a long dress simple in design but chic, its soft cream color dotted with tiny blue flowers, exuding an air of elegance,
Seeing her made up was rare, and he couldn’t help but take a longer
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noticing the undeniable joy on her face.
“Camila, you seem in a great mood today,” David commented with a slight smile. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Camila replied with a gentle smile, acknowledging
She expertly twirled her fork, enjoying her breakfast.
Siment.
Connor glanced at Camila, his gaze thoughtful. “After breakfast, I’ll take you driving. Consider it overtime.”
“I have something important today,” Camila said firmly.
Connor frowned slightly, asking, “What’s on for today?”
“Personál matters,” Camila replied, her eyes briefly flicking to Peter’s painting on the wall, her smile light.
Connor’s brow furrowed deeper, a trace of displeasure in his eyes.
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The art exhibition was held at the Fairmount Art Gallery. By the time Camila arrived, there was already a line of people waiting. She presented her invitation and entered the gallery smoothly.
The walls of the gallery were covered with Peter’s artworks, each piece seeming to possess its own soul, exuding vibrant life and deep
emotion.
Camila was deeply captivated as she slowly moved through this ocean of art, her eyes lingering on each painting, her emotions surging.
One painting in particular halted her steps, her gaze locking onto it. A voice that seemed to come from another world, pulled her back from the realm of the painting. Camila turned, slightly startled, toward the source of the sound.
An elegant woman stood before her, nodding slightly with a warm smile on her face. Camila recognized her. It was Connor’s mother.
“Ms. Emily, what a coincidence,” Camila exclaimed, a hint of surprise in her voice.
“Do you like Peter’s paintings?”
“I love them,” Camila responded, her eyes still fixed on the painting that had captivated her.
Emily smiled and moved closer, her gaze also drawn to the painting. “Peter is a talented artist. His works always provoke thought. Which of his paintings is your favorite?”
“This one” Camila’s eyes were resolute.