Office Desires

14. Art Gallery

Lou carefully selected her outfit for the art gallery event, wanting to strike a balance between sophistication and style. She opted for her sky-blue suit, which accentuated her tall, slender frame. The tailored blazer featured a slim silhouette, with a single-button closure that cinched at her waist, emphasizing her hourglass figure. The jacket's notched lapels added a touch of elegance to the ensemble.

She took one final glance in the mirror, her blue eyes shining with anticipation. She felt confident and ready for the event, hoping it would provide a welcome distraction from the complexities of her personal life.

The blonde stood before the grand entrance of the "Becker Gallery," the name resonating faintly in her memory, though she couldn't quite place it. The gallery's facade exuded an air of sophistication, with tall glass windows that offered a glimpse of the artworks within, softly illuminated by gallery lighting.

As she waited, the anticipation of the art event and the mystery of the familiar name piqued her curiosity. She adjusted her sky-blue pantsuit, smoothing down the fabric and checking her silver pendant necklace one more time.

Just as she was lost in thought, Tammy arrived, her presence bringing a warm smile to Lou's face. Together, they ventured inside the gallery, their footsteps echoing softly on the polished marble floors. The walls were adorned with a variety of captivating artworks, each piece drawing the eye with its unique charm and beauty.

As Lou and Tammy explored the gallery, Lou couldn't help but feel a growing sense of excitement and wonder. The surrounding art seemed to come alive, each piece telling its own story, evoking emotions, and inviting contemplation.

The night at was filled with enchanting art, delightful amuse-bouche, and the effervescent flow of champagne. Lou and Tammy mingled with fellow art enthusiasts, exchanged thoughts with passionate artists, and immersed themselves in the vibrant ambiance of the gallery.

They savored each bite of the delectable amuse-bouche, the flavors dancing on their palates as they moved from one conversation to another. The champagne flowed freely, adding a touch of effervescence to their already lively evening. Lou found herself engaged in discussions about art, creativity, and the profound impact of human expression.

The blonde's gaze wandered around the room, taking in the artwork and the vibrant crowd. It was then, to her surprise and consternation, that she noticed Debbie standing in a corner, a subtle but unmistakable tension in her posture.

She couldn't deny the pang of sadness that struck her as she observed Debbie's solitary figure. It was a stark contrast to the lively ambiance of the event, and it left Lou both surprised and concerned. What could have possibly brought Debbie to this art gallery, and why did she seem so alone?

The realization hit Lou like a thunderbolt. As she continued to observe Debbie in the corner of the art gallery, a sudden and shocking connection fell into place. It wasn't just a coincidence that Debbie was here, and the reason for her presence sent a wave of disbelief through Lou.

The owner of the art gallery and the person hosting this event were none other than Debbie's husband. It explained why Debbie had ventured into this art world, seemingly alone and out of place. Lou's mind raced with questions, her emotions a turbulent mix of surprise, confusion, and a growing sense of unease.

She turned to Tammy, her voice hushed with urgency. "Tammy, do you know who the owner of this gallery is?"

Tammy raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "I didn't catch his name; why?"

Lou hesitated for a moment, her gaze locked onto Debbie's distant figure. "It's Debbie's husband."

Tammy's eyes widened in surprise as she followed Lou's gaze to where Debbie stood,