Savanna’s POV

As I waited for the painting to dry off, my mind couldn’t help but travel to the time I was still starting to paint. I submitted my works to one of the famous galleries in New York when they asked me to show them in person because they only saw my work online.

I remembered the last time my art was reviewed by an old man with a black and long beard, wearing a black suit. I was sitting across from him at the long rectangular table watching him as he checked my ...