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Meeting The Deadline And Giving My Husband A Run For His Money

Author: Mia Kent
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-05 17:30:46

I move my head to the side and look at the large canvas in front of me. It’s too bright. I grab the palette and mix some black with the light pink then begin adding darker shadows.

Ten of my pieces are finished and ready to be sent to the gallery. That makes Fifteen in total, with the five I sent before everything in my life changed. I still have five more to finish by the end of next week to meet my deadline for the exhibition. But for now, I’m working on the big one. Normally, I finish all the smaller pieces first and leave the main one for last. Not this time. It seems like Adrian messed with my mind and my creative process.

I haven’t seen him much these past three weeks, only in the mornings, before he heads to his office downstairs for whatever mafia bosses do, and then again in the evenings when he returns for dinner. I make sure to visit his office at least twice a day, always at the worst times. Most times, there’s someone else with him. When I’m not doing that, I walk around
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