Chapter 40 Nicole

• The gallery was a rhythm of sound and color, the murmur of conversations and the beautiful artworks mixed together, punctuated by the clinking of champagne flutes.
• My eyes scanned through the room, searching for any familiar face, but nobody caught my attention among the sea of faces present. Some were either lost in contemplation or simply enjoying the view.
• I already made my presence known to Julian through a text, but I haven't met him yet. Well, I won't blame him. It was his day and, obviously, he had a lot of people to attend to.