Ivana's POV“Russia?” I blinked. The moment he mentioned Russia, my heart dropped and in that instant, my head began to make up different scenarios. I was practically losing my mind but somehow, I was still able to remain calm, staring into space like a lost sheep.“What’s going on?” I finally asked, studying his face closely. “He flashed me a crooked smile, but it didn't reach his eyes, “I was summoned.” He said, getting me all riled up even more. “Summoned?” I repeated, raising a brow watching him as he nodded “I was summoned by my family. My father, specifically and if I don’t show up this time… I might as well erase my name from the family register.”My brows creased as a worried look spread over my face like a virus. “Is it that serious?”“Yeah." He nodded and with his hands clasped in front of him, he said, “I’ve managed to delay it all these years, but I can’t anymore.”Once again, a long silence stretched between us. “You should go,” I finally said, taking a deep breath
Ivana’s POVStill clutching my portrait against my chest, I stepped back into the gallery with Benny leading the way. And for the first time, I realized that he hadn't participated in the theme but I couldn't ask him now. Facepalming myself, I let out a little wince as I crossed the threshold. It was that instant that the atmosphere shifted. I felt the stares, the soft gasps, and the pitiful smiles.I hated pity so I met each gaze with a defiant look until I spotted Rita by the refreshment table.She saw me and immediately, she got off, walking towards me with a forced expression of sympathy, her hands folded in front of her.“Ivana,” she called in that soft, too sweet voice. Halting next to me, she muttered, “I’m so sorry about what happened earlier. I can't imagine how devastating it must have been for you.” She sounded so pained like she really meant her words. Raising my head slowly, I fixed my gaze at her, I intently looked at her like she was out of her mind. Of course, she
Ivana’s POVDespite the fact that I kept pulling back, Benny led me through a side door and down a quiet corridor, away from the bustle of the exhibition floor. His hand was steady on my lower back, guiding me gently, as if he was afraid I might shatter at any moment.The room he chose was empty, just four white walls, a large window that allowed a large amount of sunlight, and a stool in the middle.It was peaceful and calm just like my studio. While I stood at the door watching him, he set down a fresh canvas and a few charcoal pencils. Without a word, he placed them before me and then stepped back.Raising my brow, I stared at them like they were strange. My fingers itched to draw, but my hands wouldn’t stop trembling. Embarrassed and ashamed, I looked down as I recalled my beautiful piece that I had lost.It was better off being rejected than destroyed. — I thought.“I can’t,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around myself.“You can,” Benny said softly. “You’re just afraid right n
Ivana’s POVThe moment my alarm clock went off, I threw my feet off the bed, cleaned up and got into my clothes like a demon was after me. “I'll see you in the evening." I yelled at mom, who had just stepped into the living room.By the time I arrived at Montalto Gallery, the sun was already up in the sky, casting its golden rays on the earth.Smiling broadly until my cheeks began to ache, I held my painting with both hands. After one last admiration at my masterpiece last night, I had wrapped it up and sealed it with a tape.I couldn't allow a dent to spoil it as I had spent the last four weeks, pouring my soul into it. I had barely slept and I skipped meals frequently but it wasn't a loss as it paid off greatly. Even if I wasn't chosen at the end of the exhibition, I promise not to get mad as it was a rare privilege for my submission to be considered. With my heart beating rapidly with excitement, I stepped into the gallery, the smell of varnish and fresh paint messing with my se
Ivana’s POVIt was the kids' sixth year birthday and just like those last five, I was definitely going to make it a memorable one for them.With lady luck on my side, their birthday had fallen on the weekend and since about three am, I had been up, trying to put things in order with mom. The house was looking like a balloon factory but I was careful enough not to let the kids touch them. Music seeped from the speaker, mixing with the smell of freshly baked pastries, confetti explosions, and the occasional squeal of excited children running around.I had invited the kids' friends at school and they didn't fail to turn up. In an hour, the party was going to begin in a full swing so I was putting a finishing touch to the decorations.At the moment, I stood near the doorway, my hair pulled into a messy bun, frosting on my fingers and a half deflated balloon tucked under my arm. I was trying to fix a centerpiece when mom stormed past me with a pair of party hats.“I told you to go with
Ruslan’s POVXavier outsmarting me was unexpected and so I had been nursing my wounds silently, waiting patiently for the day he was going to slide into my radar. This time, I wasn't going to let him slip away, I was going to make sure I pulled him back in. Groping my way towards my room, I was on my phone talking to Lara whom I haven't seen in days despite sharing the same roof with her.She was the only family I had around. Igor had left for the vacation house a few months ago with no hopes of returning to the clan.Now in front of my room, I slid my phone into my pocket and then pushed my door in. The dim golden glow of the bedside lamp casted long shadows across the polished floors. The scent of vanilla and wine drifted through the air, but it did nothing to calm my nerves.She was here—Atina. Sitting on the edge of my bed and draped in silk lingerie that clung to her curves like a second skin, she had her head tilted to the side. Her dark hair tumbled past her shoulders in c