Chapter 93
- “I’m going to kill you for this,” I hissed into my phone, pacing near the entrance of Artistry Heights Gallery, my little haven that tonight felt too big to fill.
- The sleek space gleamed under soft golden lighting, every corner perfectly showcasing the curated designs I’d spent months preparing.
- “I’m sorry!” Ann’s voice crackled on the line. “There was traffic, and I had to stop for gas…”