Chapter 81 Unsure

• The gallery buzzed with the hum of quiet conversations, the clink of glasses, and the soft shuffle of footsteps on the polished floors. Victoria stood near the entrance, her hands nervously clasped in front of her. Her heart raced, but she didn’t let it show.
• Sophie was by her side, smiling with quiet encouragement. “It’s happening, Vic. You’ve worked hard for this.”
• Victoria glanced over at the walls lined with her pieces, each one a reflection of a part of her journey, a part of herself. The colors and textures told stories that no words ever could.