Lexie peered in through the open doors to one of the hotel’s smaller ballrooms, taking in the activity inside. A large crowd—she knew more than two hundred people had been invited—were milling about, the chatter of conversation a loud hum that flowed out to the wide hallway. Most of them would be at the reception tomorrow night, also, the one where the prizes would be awarded and the artist selected for a gallery show. Tonight was to give people a chance to chat ahead of time with the ...