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Celeste had outdone herself. Being beside her as she shook hands and accepted compliments for the generous amount of art of display tonight, I know no other feeling that absolute praise for her. The days leading to the art event Angel and I took over the plan that could get Pierce off our back because Celeste deserves to do take in what was going to be her big break. This was not the night we saved what we created for ourselves, this was the night she would be seen for the greatness she created.
Critics, buyer's media and the public from all over came to see the work of Celeste Clarke, the newest breath through artist who would make headlines for years to come. For single moments as Angel and I took in the image of her standing in herself, controlling her image, narrative and life I can say for certain she had never looked more breath-taking.
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