Ayala – Two Days Later
I was followed by Alexie and a stranger, not Vladimir. It made my heart ache, and I expected more.
“Ayala! Hold up” Alexie screamed for me.
“Just leave me alone “ I scream back, and he did. I was grateful for that.
The gala led to a spiral of headlines and hashtags. The conflict between the two Igor cousins had led to a media crisis. The internet was buzzing with speculations and thoughts on it and once again, I was once again the center of the feud. Once again, they are placing me in thesame terrain of confusion and
social media scandals.
I was embarrassed they could think that adding the monetary value to my paintings could buy me over, like I was all for their money. They made me feel like cheap items at Walmart that one could easily buy.
The only good that came out of it was the worth attached to my paintings. I loved the afterward worth of my paintings after the gala.
By Monday morning, my inbox was overflowing. Art blogs, social curators, youth magazines
