CHAPTER 38

The crowd parted before Fabien, people smiling and watching him avidly as he passed. Without even seeing his work, Blaze understood that he was a hit. Fabien was now the hottest thing in town. People watched him as if he was a rockstar or something.

“Fabien, people are staring at us…” she said, smiling a bit embarrassed to the guests around them.

“I don’t care, chérie. Let them stare,” Fabien replied still towing her behind him.

“You are the star of the evening. This show is important to you. Please, don’t create a fuss right now. Whatever it is you can show me later.”

“None of this would exist without you, Blaze. I need to know what you think. I need to know it right away,” he insisted.

Then, a man stepped to one side and Blaze saw the first sculpture: a ballerina arching forward in a perfect arabesque, the muscles of her slim frame straining. Her face was lifted, her expression serene, as though she was exactly where she needed to be.

An angel dancing i