Chapter Fifteen

Galene took a deep breath before ascending the pebbled stairs. Was she overdressed for the Grecian-themed affair? She touched the knee-length sky blue floaty skirt. She'd picked up the 1950s dress in a vintage thrift store. The ruched bodice nipped in at the waist, and the wide neckline revealed her pale collarbone, which made her feel slightly self-conscious. 

Aside from the fact that she never wore a dress—dungarees, jeans, and overalls made up most of her wardrobe. Many of which she'd ruined with her paints. But, at least she wore comfortable shoes—silver ballet pumps that matched a simple chain necklace. The tiny gemstone encrusted paint palette pendant was a gift her mom had given her for Christmas, and they now both had matching pendants. 

Galene's thick hair annoyed her. A pale flaxen strand blew across her chest, and she s