Lilith’s Pov

I checked my phone one last time before heading to bed. Nothing from Emily. Not even a missed call.

Still, I smiled to myself. I had my gallery now. My own space. My dream come true.

So I did what any sane, excited person would do, I opened my job groups and freelance boards and made a post:

"Looking for a reliable assistant to join me in launching a brand-new art gallery. Serious inquiries only. Interviews begin soon."

It felt surreal even typing that.

After that, I dropped my phone, slid under the covers, and let the excitement buzz in my chest as I drifted to sleep.

My...