*Lily*
Was this classy woman some real estate agent asking me about the apartment?
“I'm Victoria Shaw," she said, turning to face me, and my eyes bulged.
Oh, s**t. What had I gotten myself into now?
With her handbag strapped to her arm, she leaned toward me, not waiting for me to recover. “May I see your work?"
Stunned, I nodded. “Yes, certainly. Of course, my latest pieces were still at Tony's gallery." Thank God she wouldn't be able to see the ones of William. His portrait was in the bedroom closet since it was too painful to look at.
“That's all right. I just want to see what all the chatter is about. Everyone has been talking about your art."
I took her over to what I had been working on. The truth was that I had lost my mojo, my inspiration. I couldn't seem to get excited about
