He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 59

Sunlight spilled across the city, the sky clear as glass and endlessly blue.

The Muse’s Atelier looked like something out of a dream, all sharp angles and smooth white walls. Its architecture was unforgettable, and today, the place was crawling with reporters. The entrance was packed, no way in or out without pushing through a sea of people. It had been ages since any artist in the country had caused such a scene.

Leila stood beside Patti, dressed to impress and glowing with pride. Her smile never wavered. “Patti, look at this crowd. They’re all here for you. I couldn’t be prouder.”

Leila had been a painter once. She understood exactly how much this kind of attention could change everything. Moments like this could define a career.

Patti looked stunning in a vintage emerald dress. Her hair was pinned up in a soft, classic style, and her makeup was flawless. But excitement didn’t reach her eyes. She looked restless, even annoyed.

“Mom, do you really think they’re here for me?” Patti’s voice was tight, her brow furrowed. “They want to see Teresa.”

Earlier that day, Teresa had posted a single tweet, and the whole art world had gone wild. Most artists could only dream of that kind of influence.

Patti’s heart twisted with something she couldn’t quite name. Why had Teresa suddenly decided to show up at her show? The thought made her uneasy.

Leila was quick to reassure her. “It doesn’t matter who they came for. If they’re here, it’s good for us. All this buzz helps you, too.”

That seemed to help. Patti’s scowl softened, her mood lifting just a little.

An older artist made his way over, beaming. “Congratulations on such a successful exhibition. You must be thrilled.”

Patti’s smile snapped into place. “Thank you. I never could have done this without the support of everyone here.”

It didn’t matter what world you were in. Flattery was part of the game.

She stared hard at the entrance, waiting. Suddenly, the whole room shifted. People surged forward, cameras flashing, voices rising. Someone called out Teresa’s name.

Patti’s hands curled tighter, her heart pounding.

Through the crowd, a woman appeared. She wore a champagne-colored dress with delicate fringe, and everyone rushed to surround her.

Reporters fired questions at her, their voices overlapping.

“Teresa, have you and Patti been friends for a long time? Did you come just to support her today?”

“You’re always so private, so rarely seen in public. Is there something special about your appearance today?”