CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

MUNA

It was finally Rowland Galleries exhibition day. I smiled when Grant and I pulled up in front of the building.

I had to admit that my staff did a great job at organising the event. I was aware of the paparazzi in front of the building.

All of a sudden all the courage that Grant had helped me build in the past two days faded. As though he sensed my fear, Grant took my hand and said, "are you ready to do this?"

I wasn't ready. I was such a coward and it took everything within me to not call Mr Roberts and tell him to take out all of my works.

My father was going to be attending this exhibition, he had high hopes of this exhibition bringing Rowland Galleries back to the top. How was he going to react when he saw my works displayed?

He had criticized them once before, I won't be surprised if he hates to see them there.

That wasn't even the only issue I had to worry about. I was having terrible cramps, my period was due any time soon which meant another terrible episode of bleeding