Lily's POV

Opening night of my exhibition I stood in Rosa Martinez Gallery feeling completely exposed and terrified.

My paintings hung on white walls under perfect lighting and told the story of my journey in ways words never could.

"You look beautiful." Alexander straightened my dress. "And your work is incredible."

"I'm going to throw up." I admitted. "What if people hate it?"

"Then they have terrible taste." Alexander kissed my forehead. "But they're going to love it because you created ...