Checking the time, I look at Celeste who was also worried as to way Angel was not home. It was past midnight and he had not been answering calls or texts. His office was saying that he had left the office hours before but still he had not been home. Worry flooded through us as we sat in the dining room, the fire place bringing us warmth beyond our bodies together as we waited for him.The sound of the door lock chiming before the door opening as slowly as it closed makes me look at Celeste with relief but at the same time confusion. What happened after he left? Rushing of the seat of the couch we head to the entrance when we see him. Dishevelled his suit is untucked, jacket in his arms, tie missing and, in his hand, a single black file. The moment he sees us it's like a hurricane of emotions tear through him but he won't let them go. Instead he walks closer to us, and says nothing

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.

The night breeze sends chills to my skin as we step out of the car, Celeste's heels clicking as she walks to our side "What are we doing here again?" She askes Angel as we step into the driveway of the house, we had found him in nights before. Looking at it with less focus on finding changes I had not seen that night, or the day we had come to view the home. The paint was clean, flower beds new, pave way redone. It was like there was renovations done to it.Angel had taken us to dinner saying that he had a surprise for us tonight. Over the past week or so we had been living in the apartment because he wanted to be closer to us as we fixed things. We found ourselves falling into each other's arms and adoration in the process. I never knew how much we truly missed him until he sat at the island for breakfast and there was finally the smell of coffee in the air.