I hung up the phone and walked out of the gallery.Paris was glittering, the Eiffel Tower sparkling in the distance.The streets were full of people, happy and alive.I took a deep breath, savoring my victory.As I was about to head back to my apartment, a familiar figure caught my eye.Dominic.He was standing across the street, in front of a small café, wearing a simple black coat.He looked thinner, more worn than a few months ago, but his eyes were clear.Our gazes met across the street.Time seemed to stop.He walked toward me, his steps slow, hesitant."Congratulations, Sienna," he said, stopping in front of me. His voice was soft. "The show was a huge success.""You came?""I've been in that café." He gestured behind him. "For the past few months, whenever you had a big event, I came.""But I never bothered you."I looked at him, my heart a complicated knot."Why?""Because I knew you needed your own space," Dominic said, his eyes sincere. "You needed to prove yourself. To find
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