Despite the night ending with the pushy photographer who had invaded her space, all of her paintings had sold. Sasha Knight would soon be a household name when it came to art. Some days she couldn’t believe her success. Everything seemed to happen so fast when in reality this is what she had been working toward since high school. She wasn’t the only one who was excited about her success. Her agent, Valerie, was beside herself, eager for Christina to create more masterpieces. She had called earlier to let Christina know that the Chicago gallery was interested in hosting another show for her in six months. Christina couldn’t ask for better news, but she hadn’t been painting as much, which meant she didn’t have many pieces. And the man with the camera that night in Chicago made her realize just how much she hated being in the public’s eye. Christina pulled the tossed salad she had made earlier out of the refrigerator and set it on the counter next to the bottle of wine. Friday nights, when Luke wasn’t working late, had become their movie night as well as her favorite night of the week.
