The opening night of Victoria’s art exhibit was a whirlwind of emotions. The gallery was alive with conversations, laughter, and the soft clinking of glasses as guests milled about, admiring her work. The walls were adorned with the vibrant, raw pieces that had been years in the making. Each canvas told a story—of struggles, triumphs, and everything in between. Victoria had poured her soul into every stroke of paint, and tonight, that passion was finally on display for the world to see.

Zander had arrived early, eager to support her. He was standing by her side, his pride evident as he watched her interact with the guests. The people in...