Vanya POV

I was sitting in my office, reviewing the final details for my jewelry exhibition, when my phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Jennifer Santos from the Convention Center, and I answered with a smile, expecting to discuss last-minute arrangements.

"Ms. Reed, I'm calling with some unfortunate news," Jennifer said, her voice sounding uncomfortable. "We're going to have to cancel your exhibition booking."

My heart stopped. "Cancel? What do you mean cancel? The exhibition is in ...