The Art of Letting Go - ENGLOT

Chapter 21

Ensley's POV:

As I stepped out of the airport, I couldn't help but feel relieved to be back home. The trip to Paris had been a whirlwind of activity, and I was eager to check in on the progress of my upcoming art exhibit.

I spotted Nox, waiting for me by the curb. "Hey there, Nox," I greeted her with a smile.

"Welcome back, Ensley," she replied, giving me a quick hug. "How was the auction?"

"It was amazing," I said, still in awe of the experience. "I can't believe I was a special guest. Paris was breathtaking."

"I'm glad to hear it," Nox said, leading me towards the car. "Where's my croissant?"

I chuckled, "I ate it. But! I got you a croissant keychain in return," I said, settling into the passenger seat.

"Bitch." Nox replied teasingly before starting the engine.

"How's the exhibit planning going?"

"Great, actually," Nox said, "David has been doing a fantastic job. He's been meeting with me regularly to update me on the progress."

"David? Who?" I echoed, surprised. "What happened to Celestine?"

"I'm not sure," Nox admitted. "One day, David just showed up and started taking charge. Said he works for Celestine. He didn't say much, but I think she might have moved on to a bigger project."

I frowned, feeling a twinge of unease. "That's strange," I said. "I hope everything's okay with her."

Nox nodded, brows furrowed. "Yeah a bit abrupt," she said. "But don't worry. The exhibit is going to be amazing, no matter who's in charge."

I smiled, feeling reassured by her words. "Thanks, Nox," I said. "I'm looking forward to seeing what David and the team have come up with."

I looked out the window and sighed, It's so unlike Celestine to just up and leave a project in the middle just like that. I wonder what happened?

I took my phone out and checked to see if she left any messages or emails but I got nothing. I brushed my hair back and settled deeper in my seat. "She didn't tell me." I said.

"What?" Nox replied, glancing at me from the driver's seat. "Who are you talking about?"

"Celestine." I said, "she didn't tell me she's giving the project to this David guy."

"You were in Paris on a business trip girl." Nox responded. "I'm sure she didn't want to bother you."

"Still...I'm gonna call her."

I dialed her number, but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again, but still no answer. My concern grew with each unsuccessful attempt.

"No luck?" Nox asked, glancing over at me.

"No," I said, putting my phone away. "She's not answering."

Nox frowned, her expression mirroring my own worry. "That's strange," she said. "Maybe she's just busy."

"Maybe," I said, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. "I'll try again later."

We arrived at my house, and I thanked Nox for the ride. As I gathered my bags and headed inside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I needed to find out what was going on with Celestine.

I spent the next few hours unpacking and settling back into the house, but my mind kept wandering back to Celestine. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, and I needed to see her in person to make sure she was okay.