Aisling POV
“You made quite an impression!” Cal said, showing me the front pages of the most renowned papers of Central City, and “it was quite the thing that that sole painting got sold for 3 million dollars…” He read and I sighed.
I was not interested in becoming famous. I wanted to help people and that was what my counseling and therapy job gave me. The other thing was a glorified hobby, one that people appreciated more than what truly made me happy.
“Cut it, Cal… You know how the press always makes a big deal out of nothing…” I threw his way a napkin. We were having a coffee break down at the little coffee shop close to the warehouse we rented as a studio.
“Well, my phone hasn't stopped ringing… Everyone wants a little piece of Miss Ling…” He chuckled and I rolled my eyes. I ha
