Penelope’s POV

It’s finally here. The exhibition that I have slaved over for weeks on end.

Somehow, the team and I were able to pull everything together. Standing by the entrance, I can’t help the pride that blooms in my heart.

SB Tragos’s maiden exhibition.

After all the curveballs thrown my way, it still happened.

The main hall is alive, most of the guests in attendance. The hum of their conversations hangs in the air like distant fog as they gather around the art pieces on display. The lighting is low, the mood pleasant, and satisfaction thrums under my skin.

Not too far away is Vincent talking to Rocky and...