Chapter Sixteen
Sydney was as nervous as a child on Christmas morning. There was an enormous lump in the pit of her stomach that was grinding, and another in her throat that was making it almost impossible to talk. She was down to whispering as she talked with the gallery director about her show. She hadn’t been happy at all when she arrived, just before the seven o’clock opening. Two paintings had been switched without her authorization, even though she’d been specific the day before, going over all the preparations with the gallery staff.
This was her very first one artist show. The offer to do it had come to her half way through her modeling for Malcolm; though she hadn’t been certain that it would really come off until she was nearly done with Mal’s project. For every waking hour of
