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The red dim lighting on top of the ceiling made the exhibition seem intriguing to others. As the paintings hung on the walls, for everyone to feel different kinds of emotions.

Horror, love, loneliness, heartbreak and rage.

There was a crowd in front of each painting, experiencing those feelings at this moment while the waiters walked back and forth, handing out champagne to whoever desired it, as more and more people gathered inside the enormous exhibition room.

My mother had clearly made a life for herself, if there were this many people coming to watch her collection, that would probably win her the award of the painter of the year.

It had been a while since I took off my coat and went inside the exhibition of the year, as everyone called it, but I only saw it as a fraud.

I fixed the long sleeves of my short red dress that I wore along with matching red heels.

What could I do? I loved the color red, especially because of the painting before my eyes.

This painting was one of the few paintings people couldn't stare at for too long before they would feel the chilling shivers up their spine at the horrors of the painting. 

Each person who passed by to gaze at the painting for a few seconds, immediately turned their attention somewhere else as they could not look at it. 

Even if the painting was beautiful. It was just as horrific because of the extremely detailed artwork of a lonely girl sitting on a floor as she held her bunny toy in her arms and stared into the endless people who dared to gaze at her.

Her haunting, lonely eyes were what horrified people. I was one of the few who could stare at the main painting that inspired my mother's collection, "Lonely Girl."

This artwork in front of me was named Lonely Girl and is the main painting in my mother's collection of artworks.

"There you are, I have been looking everywhere for you." Kieran came, standing behind me.

"I recently came." I lied to him. I had been here for a long time, staring at the painting.

Becoming Kieran's clinging bitch after the charity party was something I thought I would become, but instead we became friends, even if he sometimes tried to flirt with me.

This was my only way in to the Everett family for now, because after the people had chosen me to go on a date with Mr. Everett, and they had chosen a guy to go out with my mother, Mrs. Everett.

She passed out in front of the crowd on the stairs because she felt threatened by my presence, even if she didn't know who I was yet.

But that's not all.

Once the event ended, I went to search for Kieran and I found him balls deep inside another woman, the same blonde woman who was supposedly kicked out of the event.

He saw me and immediately ran after me. I didn't even run due to what I witnessed. I had just passed by the door that they hadn't closed.

In the end, we agreed to be friends, he even allowed me to stay at his large loft in the middle of the city, so that's a bonus.

Kieran was a complicated guy, and I was a complicated girl, but I still had my priorities straight.

Number one, I don't like people who might cheat on their partners, and number two, I'm here for theft, not love.

Love and revenge never get along. I don't want to break my heart or his heart. If he would ever fall for me for some reason, which I didn't think he would.

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