Love Coming from the Least Expected

I placed my flowers back onto the balcony and almost bumped into Spencer’s chest when I turned around.

“Hey, I’m a soon-to-be-married woman, so you better keep your distance. I’m going to be in a lot of trouble if my man saw us this close.” I pushed the man away before heading to the kitchen. “Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Here, you can watch the TV while I go get us something.”

was highly anticipated. Even Spencer Lynch welcomed the new school artist with open arms at the entrance to the exhibition. After seeing Ms. Yates’ awe-inspiring piece of work, which took her a full year to complete, Mr. Lynch was even more convinced that an artist’s talent shouldn’t be overlooked just because they made a mistake in the past. The drawing is now in Julian Stewart’s hands, waiting to be signed by the man as a symbol of forgiveness. With that, Ms. Yates hoped that the public would give her another chance. The artist had shown

felt stupid for turning on the TV again. It was as if I wanted to spite myself. Crystal was all over the news that day, so I could not help but wonder how much she paid

how Spencer’s face had hardened even more, I swiftly turned the TV off before

seemed like he was ready to swallow me whole. Spencer would usually smile like he was the

did your work end up as Crystal’s? Did you just hand it to her, or did she trick you into doing it? After following me into the kitchen, Spencer

please just return the kettle to me first?” From the look in his eyes, I could tell that he was hurt. He probably even felt

and me. Besides, you should be happy about what happened. I mean, she got what she wanted, thanks to you. I imagine that she would be very grateful for all that you’ve done for her. And

to come up with her own piece of work. She should have attended the exhibition with her own work and bravely owned up to her past. From there, she would start anew as an honest artist, not one who takes credit for other people’s work. That would be a disgrace to this profession! Do you understand what I’m saying, Yvonne? Why would you give her your work? You made yourself her accomplice. Do you realize

continuing, “So no, this is not what I wanted. Not at all! I