The Billionaire's Secret Curator

screen. The proposal for the upcoming exhibit was due tomorrow, and I had yet to find the words. The irony wasn't lo

. I pushed back my chair, rubbing my temples, hoping to ease the tension that had settled in my head. My

and headed out, the brisk evening air hitting me like a refreshing wave. I loved this city, w

brewing coffee. I spotted Maria at a corner table, her curly hair bouncing as she animatedly gestured to a group of

She jumped up to hug me

lery. Same old chaos," I said, sli

get out more. Life isn't just abou

on me again. "I don't know what fun looks l

You need to let off some steam. Remember that gallery opening I told yo

tyle. But Maria was right; I couldn't keep

g like this?* My wardrobe wasn't exactly filled with high-end pieces, but I managed to pull together something elegant enough. I settled on a simple, black cocktail dress that hugged my figure in a

s lit up. "You look perfec

, her voice a soothing hum against the background noise of traffic and city life. My mind, however, was elsewhere-on

ped out of the cab, and I immediately felt the buzz of the crowd. The place was alive with people-some I recognized

his," Maria whispered i

they discussed the pieces. I found myself instantly drawn to a painting in the center of the room-a striking abstract piece

"Look over there! Th

unmistakable. He commanded the space around him, his presence magnetic. He was engaged in

d," Maria whispered, her eyes wide with

t as I stood there, watching him, I felt a strange pull. *What if this is

aze lingered for a moment before he turned back to his con

aria, my puls

him!" I protested, my voi

u have every right to be here,

d to thin between us, and for a second, it felt like it was

p forward, t

oment pressing down on me. This wasn't just about making a connection-it was about stepp

ation, but something in the air between us had shifte

uld I

to move, as the noise of the room

forward, then

re take th