They went to every gallery opening and Caroline had a few shows of her work, arranged by Brad. He threw an elaborate cocktail party with champagne, shrimp, hot hors d’oeuvres and fancy chocolates for each show. His friends hosted parties for her, too, and soon her work was selling. Not just a few sales, but her artwork was flying out the door. The buzz at the most elegant cocktail parties was all about who bought the latest Caroline Davis painting and how much they paid. . Caroline Davis had arrived in the art world. Finding it more and more difficult to paint in their small apartment, she thought about the empty room in the house in Greenwich. “So when is he going to propose?” Linda asked her daughter. Caroline shrugged. “You’d be so much more comfortable in his big house in Greenwich,” prodded Linda. “Probably.” She smiled at her mother. “But as he hasn’t asked the question, so what can I do?”
