Weeks later…

Lilith’s Pov

It was quiet in the gallery.

But it was the kind of silence that wrapped around me like pride. I stood in the middle of the space, turning slowly to take it all in. The walls were bathed in soft, natural light, and every inch of this place whispered a version of me, my struggles, my growth, my pain, my joy. All of it was here. On canvas. On the floor. In the air.

I almost teared up. It wasn’t just a room anymore.

It was mine.

A whole week until opening night.

A whole week until the rest of the world would step into my...