Just 365 Days

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iasts and wealthy patrons alike swarmed around my d

face, answering questions about my inspirat

ht a sight of Steven out of the corner of my eyes. My heart ski

smooth as silk. "You look abs

ing up my cheek, but

t to let my nerves get the better of me . "

dimple formin

his art talk is a bit over my head. But one this I do

the compliment. "Well,

the far end of the room. I squinted to let my eyes focus o

, just enough for you to finish up with the exhibition. I'd love to introduce you to my brother, the host, and probably

tly and almos

aid as he winked. I watched his back r

es." I whispered to myself

to answer questions from an interested buyer. As I turned, my breath got caught in my throat as I immediately recognized the man sta

into my eyes, he had the look of someone searching for a Lost object

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to find the perfect pieces to add to my collection, meet with Andrew and few of his associates, and leave the event before the party started. I still couldn't come to t

tional. I made my way through the gallery, pausing here and there to admire a painting or sculpture that caught my eye, but none of them seemed to fit the bill. After some frui

ing that seemed to glow from within. The colors were vibrant, the brush strokes

sometime, determined to get it. Then I noticed the artist had already spun around to face me. Her face immediately came to view and I recognized her at o

d to see here again. I allowed my eyes take In at her beauty. She looked almost different fr

mouth. "I don't believe we've properly met, my name is De

change from surprise to shock and then to surprise again. I saw h

e the man from the co

gue like a fine wine. " It's a pleasure to meet yo

as she only smiled and gave a c

yes danced with intelligence, and the way her lips curved when she smil

ot mistaken, you are the acting CEO of Emirates indust

ded and I could swear I saw a h

es. "What's the inspiration behind this one?" I asked gesturing to the painting again, determ

was the kind of painting that demanded attention, that made you think and

ned low when she said the word 'Dad'. "I couldn't help but try to capture the colors of the forest on a canvas

yes, and I thought I saw tears we

you, why then do you have

I would be able to keep my father here a little longer, and hope that we go on such adventures again. After all, thi

reply when I heard a mas

music had sta

bably few years older than Taylor. He was standing right in front of

he placed hers in his and gave me a po

sy as I watched them go

looking everywhere for you" A famil

of professionalism in my vo

toe "Dance?" She asked holding out her han

her eyes and then to the dir