The Luna's Second Chance
She was tall and graceful.
“Elena,” Albert said, placing a hand on her shoulder, “This is Mr Darius of the Lunaris Dominion Capital.”
She turned her sharp brown eyes toward me, offering a polite smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr Darius.”
“I've read so much about you." She quickly added.
I gave a curt nod.
“Elena is an artist herself,” Albert continued. “She’ll be managing this gallery.”
I didn’t respond, merely observing her. She was young, probably in her late twenties, but there was an intelligence in her gaze that told me she wasn’t just another wealthy socialite riding on her father’s name.
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