Dawn's POV
There was a precious number of experiences and feelings that would ever come close to having your art inspected. I tried to breathe normally, as much as possible, as my eyes followed the piercing gaze of the various judges and examiners as they walked around our art piece.
There were no marks or signs on the marble flooring of the various artworks and project pieces having been dragged through the place, which told me that they had brought it in early enough to clean the area around us. I felt nerves rushing through me so badly my hands began to tingle, and without thinking I grasped Craig's hand that hung between us.
I saw him looking at me from the corner of my eyes, but he didn't move and neither did I. My gaze didn't turn away from the men and women still standing there,
