The Husband Who Fell in Love With Me Twice
She ignored him completely.
"You want the exhibition to show transformation," she said, pointing at me before shifting her finger toward Anton, "and Anton wants the message to be clear."
I crossed my arms again.
"And?"
Ashley pushed herself up from the couch and walked toward the desk.
"So structure it like a journey."
She began counting on her fingers.
"Start with tradition," she said, lifting one finger.
"Then conflict."
A second finger.
"Then transformation."
I glanced at Anton.
He had gone quiet, his expression thoughtful as he considered the idea.