From that day on, I went to the studio every day.Elliot and I gradually became close.He was intelligent, well-read, and effortlessly funny. Talking to him was easy.We talked about architecture, art, travel, and food.He never asked about my past.He never brought up Shane.Around him, I wasn’t Mrs. Ford or the heiress to Lincoln Group.I was simply Xena.For the first time in a long time, I felt completely at ease.One afternoon, I was painting a field of sunflowers when Elliot walked over and studied the canvas in silence.“There’s light in your paintings now.”I paused.Looking at the bright yellows on the canvas, I realized my work had changed without me even noticing.Elliot looked at me, warmth in his eyes.“Xena, there’s a charity gala this Saturday. Would you come with me?”My heart skipped a beat.“I’d love to.”On the night of the gala, I wore a floor-length champagne gown.The moment Elliot and I entered the ballroom, heads began to turn.“Isn’t that Ell
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