Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Love Unbreakable
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss?
Love After Divorce
Tears Of The Moon: A Dance With Lycan Royalty
The CEO's Runaway Wife
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Prologue
Amara's POV
Two thousand years ago,
Lycans and witches had been known to be foes since the beginning of their creation. No one knows why they hated each other but according to history, the moon goddess Selina and the witch goddess Artia were been sworn enemies since the beginning. Rumors had it that they had the same mate leading to a feud between them and ever since then, the two creatures hated each other.
Although they shared a border, if any of the creatures found their way to each other's village, they are imprisoned until the leaders of both Clan met and agreed on a peace treaty. The Lycans and witches lived like that for hundreds of years until an unfortunate incident happened.
It's changed everything.
A pregnant Female Lycan Missed her way and landed herself in the Witches' village, she was captured and locked up.
"The Lycans have always looked down on us. It's time we show them that we are great." Satiah, the witch head announced to all the witches.
"Yeah!" The witches all chorused.
"Because of them, all we get is this!" Satiah pointed to their hideous outfit made from the skin of a tiger. The men only have a piece of Tiger's skin around their pelvic area while the women have the skin around their breast and pelvic area. "The Lycans get good food and wonderful garment to adorn their body while we have nothing but tiger skin. What's do you say we do?"
"Kill her!" The witches all agreed that the Lycan should be killed.
That's night, the female Lycan was tied to a tree in the center of the Village. The witches all sat down around her and started chanting in their language. When the chanting ended, they set a fire around the Lycan and watched her burn. "Help me," the Lycan screamed and begged to be saved but no one stepped out to help. She burned to her bones and when she took her last breath, she howled to the moon.
Back in Lycan's village, her mate felt the breaking of the bond. He felt a part of him gone. He was the second in command of the Lycans and he had been searching for his mate for two days but when he felt the connection gone, he knew his mate was gone. He howled to the moon and when the rest of the Lycans heard it, they knew something had happened.
They gathered around for a meeting and the first in command of the Lycans ordered for an ambush on the witch's village.
The Invasion of the witch's village took them by surprise. They never expected that the Lycans would attack them.
Screams of Women and children filled the cold night of Catala(Witch) village as Lycans raided the village killing every witch and setting every house on fire. Those who survived that night escaped the village and stayed inside a cave where the Lycans couldn't get to them.
After spending a few years in the cave, most of the witches died until they were reduced to only two. The remaining two became crazy and in their crazy state, they cursed the Lycans who destroyed their village.
The curse was a few words but those few words were powerful. The lycan's offspring were cursed to walk the earth for eternity. Luckily for the Lycans at that time, no one was expecting a pup except for the unfortunate Lycan queen who was pregnant with her first child. When the witches professed the curses, it's hit the Lycan Queen pretty hard sending her into labor.
That's night, she bore a son whose fate was already determined by the curse of two crazy witches. The pup was fated to doom.
Episode 1- Art is Beautiful
Camille POV
"Camille, you have a call!" My best friend, Alina called from inside the living room in our two-room apartment.
"Okay. The finishing touch," I wiped my forehead that dripped with sweat with my hand filled with red paints. "Good." I clapped my hand and dropped the painting brush in my hand. "Perfection!" I stared at my beautiful painting if it could be called that. It's was the same painting I've been drawing ever since I was a little kid. It's was a painting of a wolf with red glowing eyes. Because of the repetition of painting, my work was rejected in a different gallery. The wolf had always been in my head and anytime I pick up a brush, I found myself painting the same wolf even if I tried not to.
My psychologist told me it's was my obsession with wolves but she was wrong because I had never in all of my twenty-six years on earth seen a wolf.
"Oh! For goodness sake Cam! Your phone is still ringing!" Alina shouted yet again.
"On my way," I pulled off my apron and walked out of my studio which was also my room. "Who is calling me?" I asked as I walked into the living room.
"I don't know," Alina, my annoying blonde roommate sounded boring as if she was tired of staying inside the house.
I walked over to the glass center table where my phone was and picked it up. "Camille Jameson speaking ." it's was an unknown number so I had to act professionally in case it's was one of the art people.
"Miss Camille, I am Isabella, a curator at AX Gallery," she informed.
"Oh my God!" I mouthed to Alina who stared anxiously at me with her shoulders shrugged and her mouth opened wide.
"I am calling to inform you that you have been picked to exhibit wolf your collection in our gallery at the Annual Art event coming up next week."
I didn't know how to react to the news. Was I supposed to jump because, for two years, I have been struggling to find a gallery that would exhibit my work, and AX gallery isn't just any gallery. It's the biggest in the country and well known in some parts of the world. When the announcement about the annual Art event came out weeks ago, I didn't want to apply because I believed they would reject me but my annoying roommate and best friend Alina encouraged me to apply and when two weeks passed and I didn't get a reply, I gave up on ever exhibiting my beautiful piece of work.
"Miss Camille, are you there?" Isabella asked.
I cleared my throat and answered with the excitement laced in my tone. "Yes, I am here," I answered back.
"Great. We hope you send your painting at the end of this week." Isabella requested.
"Of course. I will. "
" An invitation will be sent to your Email address soon. Thank you, Miss Camille." Isabella said and ended the call.
"Oh my!" I jumped and squealed because I was happy. Happy that I got invited to Ax gallery.
"Is everything alright?" Alina questioned.
"I got into AX gallery!" I shouted and trust my best friend to respond more crazily.
"Oh my God!" Alina jumped down from the couch and rushed to hug me. "That's amazing!" She squealed.
"Yes!"
Alina grabbed my black braided hair and sniffed it. "Eeew, your hair smells so awful" she commented.
"No it's doesn't. My hair smells amazing!" I refused to believe that because Alina always gives the worst comment. I sniffed my perfectly braided and trust me when I say it smells like paint. "You are right. My hair smells awful" I admitted and continue sniffing my hair.
"You need to change your look girl. Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately girl?" Alina pointed out. "You look awful!" She laughed.
I sniffed my clothes too and almost throw up. I haven't changed my clothes in three days. I am a neat freak but when it comes to painting, I lose my neatness goal. Art is beautiful so I tend to make sure my work comes out amazing. Sometimes I spent three days or even a week on a painting just to make sure it comes out amazing. "What do I do?" I panicked and grabbed her hand. "Do I look like I don't belong in the Art world?" I spread my arms wide for her to examine my body.
At 5feet 9 inches, I had always believed that I was fat. My thighs and hips were the biggest portions of my body. Ever since I was little, My thighs have been thick so it makes people call me Fat. Although I have a slim upper body my lower body I considered being Fat. Alina on the other hand has a perfect hourglass shape. She is slim but curvy in the right places. We are the same height but Alina believed she is an inch taller than me.
"Your face has wrinkles already. Your hair needs a little touch and your....." Alina paused and stared at my clothes. "Your clothes need to be changed."
"I know that already Lina and my face doesn't have wrinkles. Black people don't have wrinkles, Lina. "
"Last time I checked," Lina placed her hand on her lips. "You ain't black but a tanned skin." She pointed out. " AX gallery isn't just any art gallery. It's a great gallery owned by great people. Have you seen the building?"
I shook my head in response. "Only on the internet"
Alina heaved a sigh and palmed her forehead. "You need to be confident my friend," she patted me on the back. "Let's go on a spree, my friend. You haven't left that room in three days. We need to change all of this." She pointed to my body.
"Can't we do it tomorrow?" I asked.
Alina glared at me with her blue eyes that send me rushing down to my room. Trust me when I say Alina could be crazy when she gets angry. "I'll go prepare," I told her as I walked into my room.
When I reached my room, I placed my hand on my chest and took a deep breath. Alina could be very scary. My eyes went over to my painting and when I stared at it, I saw the wolf's eyes glowing. "Oh!" I pointed at the painting. I moved closer to the painting and looked at the eyes again. "I must have been dreaming!" How could I ever thought that a painting would do something like that? I must be crazy.
"Don't make me wait for long!" Alina shouted from her room that's was opposite mine.
"Yes, mother." I rolled my eyes and headed into the bathroom outside my room. Alina and I shared the bathroom.
After I took my bath, I changed into a nice yellow summer dress and headed out of the house with Alina. Since none of us had a car, we took a Taxi to the first place Alina proposed we go to.
A Saloon.
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Axel POV
Time is essential and I hate wasting it. If I tell you that I will be here at a specific and you refuse to see me then it's goodbye then. I stared at my Rolex watch and took a deep breath. Humans had been known to be time wasters and mindless too.
"It's starting to get heated here," Nal, my lycan shouted in my head.
"Yeah, I know right," I said through gritted teeth.
I am no complainer but I've been seated in a cafe all by myself because I have an appointment with a human. I never wanted to attend the meeting but My assistant Penelope and Beta Nathan forced me to attend it.
The meeting was about Arts because I believe Art is beautiful that's why I own the biggest Art gallery in the country. Not to sound proud but I am also a painter.
"You sure your appointment is still going to make it!" Nal questioned.
"I have no...." I stopped talking when I saw Penelope walk into the Cafe with a woman who had a Black nose mask on.
"Sir," Penelope greeted and pointed to the woman. "This is Miss Katherine, one of the most popular artists in this country." Penelope introduced.
My eyes roamed all over the lady's body and to be candid, she is exactly my style. She had a slim body with thick thighs and a big booty. My type of woman. I couldn't see her face because of the mask but I knew she was a beautiful woman.
"Oh damn! She is hot." Nal commented forgetting how we had waited alone in the cafe.
"Hello Mr. Banks," she offered her hand for me to take and when I took it, I lost all interest in her because I could see through her. Seeing through her doesn't mean I saw her naked but I entered into her head. There, I saw her already married to a man.
"Hello, " I pointed to the chair opposite me. "Have a seat Miss Katherine"
"Thank you, Mr. Banks. I am sorry for coming late. " She apologized.
I cleared my throat and nodded in response. "No problems Miss Katherine. Shall we get down to business please?"
"Sure."
Penelope, my assistant started the meeting. "We will like to exhibit your Art at the upcoming event in our gallery but...." She turned to look at me and I beckoned for her to continue. "It's would be an exclusive invitation meaning your work would only be on our gallery only," Penelope explained.
That's one thing I liked about Penelope, she had ways with her word and she is also a great speaker. Penelope had been by my side for five hundred years after I saved her from Vampires who tried to kill her ever since then she had been with me. Penelope is also a powerful witch which is why I kept by my side. She was the only hope for my breakthrough.
Although we've had a history together Penelope understands that our relationship was just for fun. It's was a no-string attachment relationship.
" Great. AX is a great gallery. Who wouldn't want their work shared in such a big gallery? I am honored." Katherine said.
Penelope nodded in response and smiled at me. "My assistant will send you the contract and when you are done going through it and you like the content, you can come to our office and we sign the contract," I told her.
"Of course Mr. Banks." She smiled at me.
"It's was nice to meet you again." I stretched my hand forward for a handshake.
"Same." She took it with a smile. "I have to be on my way now."
"When did she get here?" Nal complained. "Humans and their silly excuses." He scoffed.
I have a silly Lycan.
"Goodbye Mr. Banks," Katherine stood up and walked out of the cafe with Penelope escorting her out.
"Guess we have another deal done," Penelope announced as she walked back into the cafe and sat in front of me.
I gazed at her beautiful green eyes and smiled at her. Penelope is a beautiful human from her long black hair to her perfectly round face and plump lips I love kissing to her incredible height at six feet and Calm personality. Penelope was my ideal woman but I don't see a future with her.
If there was a future.
"It's all thanks to you Penelope," I touched her hand on the table and caressed it. "But next time, fix an appointment I would complain about," I informed her.
Penelope smiled with her perfect dimple showing on the left side of her face. "Have Nathan found anything about the descendant of the Kitias?"
Penelope's eyes changed to a more serious look and she shook her head in response. "It's a dead-end, Axel. They have no descendants."
I heaved a deep sigh and ran a hand through my black hair. Getting my breakthrough wasn't going to be easy after all
Episode 2- AX Gallery
Camille POV
The day of the exhibition finally arrived and I couldn't be happier. I was finally going to showcase my talents to the world. Alina helped me pick my outfit which was a blue jumpsuit and black heels that match the jumpsuit. I am no fan of dresses so I felt comfortable when I wore the jumpsuit. My hair was trimmed and stretched down to my shoulder length and my face was done by Alina herself.
"You look amazing Camille," Alina commented and pointed to the mirror for me to look at. "You are a spec," she winked at me.
"You could have been a painter," I told her as I stared at myself in the mirror. It's was not the first time I wore makeup but due to the different hairstyle, my face looked different and more feminine free from wrinkles like Alina would always say. The makeup made my obsidian eyes charming and my face rounded. The red lipstick on my lips made them smaller and plump.
"Thank you girl," I appreciated.
"No problem. Have fun and make sure you meet another artist. It's the only way to....."
"To make me learn new things." I finished it for her because I knew every word. Alina had said it to me like a thousand times so I was used to it.
"Okay, " Alina placed a hand on her hips and stared at me for a while. "You are missing something important " Alina walked out of my room and when she returned, she handed over me a silver necklace. "Hart got this for me before he left for Greece. I want you to wear it since you are going for an important occasion."
"You are the best Alina," I hugged her and let get wear the necklace around my neck. "It's lovely," I touched the necklace and turn my face to the other side as I admired the necklace. It's was a plain silver necklace with the shape of the moon but it was still beautiful. "Thank you." I stood up from my tiny bed and hugged her.
"You should start going. I already called an uber."
Another surprise from my very own Alina. "What could I have ever done without you?"
"Nothing!" Alina yawned. "You need to be on your way girl."
"Right," I grabbed my black purse and headed out of my room with Alina trailing behind me. "Before I go. Let's a picture together."
"What?" Alina shouted. "Have you seen my face?" She pointed to her oval-shaped face that was free from makeup. "I have freckles on my face and you want to take a picture with me!" She shouted yet again and from her countenance, I knew Alina was going to explode if I didn't go.
"I apologize girl. I am sorry," I told and rushed towards the door. " The uber is probably waiting for me outside," I chuckled but it's didn't worked. Alina still had an annoying frown on her face.
Remind me never to get Alina angry ever again. I waved at her and walked out of the house. The uber was already parked outside of our building. I entered and took a deep breath. "Hmmmmm."
"You okay?" The driver, a black man asked.
"Yeah, I'm just nervous "
That's right, I was nervous about the exhibition. It was my first and I wondered if my painting were good enough to be exhibited in front of people. My hand shivered and strange cold bites into my skin. The weather was perfectly fine and there was no cold as it was middle July. Everyone I saw wears a summer dress but I seemed to be the only one with Cold.
"You have a job interview?" The driver asked and I shook my head.
"I have an exhibition at AX gallery."
"You are an artist?" The driver asked and I nodded in response. "I love art but it's way too expensive for someone like me" he stated. "You are going to be fine but," he paused and stared at me through the rearview mirror. "I heard the Gallerist is a strange man. He rarely smiles."
The gallerist was a popular man in the country. Rumors had it that he used to be a painter but stopped because he wanted to focus on the gallery. Axel Banks, owner of AX gallery and he is what I called the Money bank.
"How do you know that he rarely smiles? Have you seen him in person?" I questioned the driver because I detected a lie in his tone.
"Yes, I have seen him in person back in erm....."The driver paused and cleared his throat. "I don't remember when I saw him but all I can say is that he is a strange man. Avoid him when you see him."
"Yeah, Mr driver." I rolled my eyes in annoyance and stared outside the window. "This is your first exhibition Camille but you can do it," I muttered.
The rest of the drive was in silence and when the driver announced that we'd reached, I rushed out of the car. "Bye driver" I waved at him.
"Remember to avoid him, " The driver reminded me before he drove away.
"This is it, Camille," I took a deep breath and raised my head to look at the building. It's was a building of about Fifty floors based on my assumption but it could be way taller than that. The name AX Gallery was engraved at the center of the building. Releasing my breath, I took a step towards the entrance there, two hefty men were waiting at the entrance with a woman who had glasses on. Her eyes were fixed on the tablet's smartphone in her hand.
"Hello, I am Camille," I walked towards her and introduced myself.
The woman eyes me from my head down to my tiny toes. " Your invitation?" She asked rather rudely.
"Right," I opened my purse and handed over to her my invitation. "Great, you may enter." She pointed inside the building.
How can someone be that rude? Ignoring her attitude, I walked in between a glass door and made my way into the gallery. From the entrance, there was a long red carpet that's was spread from the entrance to the lobby. On the walls were paintings that I couldn't stop staring at. I figured it's was the same artist due to the pattern of the painting. It's was a painting of a flower that's was yet to bloom. The flowers of each painting had the same color. They were all brown but each flower had a different background.
When I got to the lobby, I was surprised to see that a lot of people had come to see the exhibition. At the entrance of the lobby was another set of hefty men with another girl who might sound annoying as the first one. This girl was three inches shorter than I was based on my assumption. Her black dress was short and also decent and her big dark brown eyes made her oval-shaped face beautiful. Her brown hair was curly and rolled down her shoulder length. She looked perfect on the outside but who knows what she could be on the inside.
"Hi, I am Isabella" she sounded nice, unlike the first girl.
"Isabella?" I found myself thinking about the name and when I remembered when I heard it from them, I smiled at her. "You are the Isabella who called me. I am Camille Jameson," I introduced myself.
"Nice to see you. Here is your tag Camille," she gave me an ID with a black lead that had my picture and name.
"Go to the fifth floor, it's where the exhibition is taking place. Ask for Remi, he'll show you where your paintings are." She smiled yet again showing her perfect dentition.
How could someone be that perfect?
"Thank you, Isabella." I smiled back at her and left her sight as somebody else had arrived. I walked towards the elevator filled with two other people. One was a female who was taking selfies while the other was a male who was on call. I folded my arms together and sighed briefly.
"You got this Camille, "I whispered to myself.
When the lift got to the fifth floor, the doors opened and we all came outside. I guess everyone was here for the exhibition. I had no idea where I was heading to and decided to follow the people I was in the elevator with. We walked down a hallway and arrived at the front of a black door, there another two hefty men and a man stood at the entrance. A tall black man who seemed to be the same height as me. The man had a dreadlock hairstyle and a piercing on his lips that made him look like a hip hop artist
"Name," The man asked in a stern tone.
I guessed everyone can't be like Isabella
"I am Camille and I am looking for Remi," I told him.
He frowned and nodded in response. "I am Remi. You are one of the artists?" His tone sounded like he didn't believe it.
Wait, he thought I was lying? I never lie except if I had to escape from someone or something. "Yes, I am," I answered and show him my ID.
"Oh!" He exclaimed. "You are the wolf painter," his face suddenly turned into a smile. "I thought you were one of those popular artists who are snobs. I am Remi and it's nice to meet you." he stretched forth his hand.
My eyes widened at the sudden change in his tone and voice. That's was weird. "Nice to meet you too." I forced a smile and shook his hand.
"I'll lead you to your painting. Although you ain't popular yet I'm already a huge fan of yours." Remi walked into a large hall that could accommodate hundreds, scratch that. The hall could accommodate thousands.
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Who would have thought that a large hall is here?"
"Yeah. The gallerist planned this building himself."
"He used to be an architect?" I asked and Remi nodded in response.
The hall was beautifully decorated with a theme of white and gold. There were at least hundreds of people inside the hall that came for the event. There were different paintings on the wall and sculptures on the ground. "Your painting is unique," Remi commented.
"Thank you."
It's was the first comment I ever received from someone I don't know. "You know something about wolves?" He questioned. "Or you like wolves?"
"No," I responded. "I haven't seen any wolf in my entire life."
Remi turned and looked at me. His obsidian eyes widened and he blinked repeatedly at me. "That's insane. Your painting is superb. I thought you painted it because you were obsessed with it."
"Trust me, I am obsessed." I didn't realize that I had said that aloud. Remi stared at me like a weirdo and coughed out. "You okay?" I asked him.
"Yeah ." he nodded.
Remi led me to where my paintings were pasted on the wall. There were six of them and although each painting was of the same Black wolf, I painted them differently. The first painting was beside a Riverside. The wolf sat beside the river staring at its beauty. The second painting explained the wolf's loneliness. His red eyes bare no emotions and he stood on top of a mountain staring blankly at nothing explaining its loneliness. The third painting shows how the wolf bared his fangs and his red eyes glowed. It's showed the wolf's anger. The fourth painting showed the wolf running. His limbs I painted in a blurry form which showed the Wolf's strength. The fifth painting showed the wolf laying on the ground with cuts around his left eye and more cuts on its fur. It showed the wolf's pain. The final painting showed the wolf staring at something with hope and trust in his eyes.
"You have an amazing painting Camille," Remi commented.
"Thank you." I looked to my left side and exclaimed when I saw my favorite artist. It's was Katherine, a great painter. "Is that Katherine?" I asked Remi.
"Yes, " he answered back.
I can't believe I was eligible to exhibit with Katherine who was more popular than I am. Thank you AX gallery.
Episode 3- The wolf in the painting
Camille's POV
It's was nice to have my work exhibited at AX Gallery although most people didn't come to look at my painting because Katherine, a popular artist had her painting beside me. The few people who came to my side, I explained the meaning behind my painting. I wished I could be like Katherine who was great.
"Hello, Katherine," I came over to her side and waved at her.
She seemed to notice me as she waved back and smiled at me. "Your wolf painting is amazing," she commented. "Can you tell me the stories behind the painting?" Katherine left her exhibitions and came over to look at my paintings posted on the wall. "Your collection is amazing!" Another comment that got me smiling like an idiot.
Who wouldn't smile when their favorite artist is admiring their work?
"Thank you for the opportunity, Katherine. The first painting is....." I explained the story behind each painting and Katherine stared at me in awe.
"You must like wolves right?" Katherine questioned.
Why does everyone keep asking me that? I have never met any wolf but telling people that I haven't made me sound like a weirdo. Who would ever believe I never saw a wolf but all my paintings were of a wolf? Most people would think that I had gone crazy.
"Yeah," I lied.
"They are pretty. You should put them for auction." She advised.
"Really?" I smiled. "Thank you, Katherine."
"Right. Excuse me, I need to see a friend." She left my side and walked over to a man opposite me. He was a sculptor with an amazing sculpture of a woman whose eyes were covered with a mask. The woman had two swords in her left hand and a stone in her other hand. It's was beautiful to watch but I had no idea who the sculptor was.
"Must be someone who is not famous like me," I thought as I continued staring at his work.
"That's GFK," A familiar voice sounded beside me, and when I turned, it was Remi. "He doesn't use his real name because he doesn't like attention. He is a famous Sculptor back in Nigeria."
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Do you know the story behind every art here?" I questioned him.
"Will you like to take a tour with me?" Remi offered.
Who would turn down such an offer from a curator who knows everything about art? No one.
"Sure," I answered and followed him.
The first Art Remi showed me was a wood carving. A lot of people gathered around the carving because it's was worth it. It's was a carving of a woman who held her child in her arms. "This is called Motherhood by T.Y" Remi explained. "The carver is not here today but T.Y is a popular woman."
I couldn't believe what I heard. "A woman did this?"
"Yes, T.Y is a woman." Remi smiled and walked away while I trailed behind him. "You are just as good as most of the artists here today," Remi said to me.
"Thank you," I smiled at him and turned back to look at the carving. The mother stared at her child with love and it's made me long for the warmth of a mother. I never knew my mother since I was left in an orphanage home. There was a tiny hole inside of me that I hoped to close one day and I will once I found my mother.
"You okay?" Remi touched my shoulder which caught me unaware. I jumped in fear and lost my balance. I saw the ground welcoming me but before I could reach the ground, a man with a mask on reached out to help me. I landed on his arm and met his hazel eyes. They were beautiful and I felt lost in them.
"You should look where you go young lady," The voice was deep and enchanting.
The man helped me stand comfortably on the ground and smiled at me. His smile was charming and I wished I could see the face behind the mask but before I could thank him, he had walked away.
"Camille," Remi grabbed my hand. "You okay?" He asked.
I nodded in response but found myself staring at the man who had helped me from embarrassing myself in front of everyone. "Who is he?"
"Probably one of those that had come for the exhibition. Let's go," Remi grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him.
The next art he showed me was photorealism. There were two works exhibited. One was a man who was smoking while the second was of a girl swimming It's looked so real that I thought they were there. "This is amazing!" I commented.
The artist behind the beautiful piece of art was a young boy who looked like a teenager. The boy looked Asian and when I looked closely at him, my assumptions were right. He was Chinese with his double eyelid and purple hair. He looked like a rockstar instead of an artist.
Remi greeted the boy and introduced me to him. "Hey, Cjay. This is Camille, she is a wolf painter."
"Nice to meet you, Camille, I am Cjay." The boy stretched forth his arm and I gladly took it.
"You have a nice work Cjay," I commented on his work.
"It takes a lot of time to perfect it but it's coming out great." Cjay smiled. "So you are a wolf painter huh?" He questioned.
I looked at Remi and nodded in response. "Yes, I am."
"Cool. I love wolves." He laughed and I also started laughing.
There was nothing funny about wolves. "I would have loved to see your work but I have a lot of people to talk to," Cjay pointed to a long queue of people who had come for his autograph. They were mostly teenagers.
"No problem CJay," I waved at him and left his side.
"So where are we heading to next?" I asked Remi who seemed to be on call.
He raised his hand and pointed to his phone. "I am sorry Camille but I need to take this," he said to me, and in a blink of an eye, he was out of my sight.