Aaron Verlice, the charismatic and talented quarterback of the university's football team, has always been known for his precision on the field and his charm off it. But few people know about his secret passion - art. Aaron's sketches and paintings...
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As I walk into the gallery, my eyes scan over the impressive crowd of people that has gathered. The gallery is bustling with visitors from all walks of life, each one admiring the art pieces on display. I'm particularly proud today because this exhibition is not just about showcasing art, it's for charity. Every piece sold will help someone in need, and that thought fills me with a sense of satisfaction.
I spot my father, at the center of the gallery, greeting guests and answering their questions about the art pieces on exhibition. He's clearly in his element, his smile wide and his charisma on full display. I approach him, my mind on my task for today.
"Pa," I greet him as I reach his side. He turns to me, a smile on his face as he puts an arm around my shoulders.
"Ah, Aaron, there you are!" my father says, his voice loud and booming. "I was starting to wonder where you were. Come, come, I want you to meet some important guests."
I follow my father as he leads me around the gallery, introducing me to various individuals and couples. Each one is wealthy and influential, their faces familiar from the society pages of magazines. They all greet me with smiles and polite conversation, their eyes skimming over me appraisingly.
As we make our way through the crowd, I keep an eye out for one person in particular - my snowflake. I haven't seen her yet, and I'm starting to get slightly worried.
I take a deep breath and reassure myself. Of course she'll come, I remember telling her myself. But as the afternoon drags on and the crowds continue to grow, my anxiety starts to grow as well.
I continue to greet guests and answer their questions on autopilot, my mind still occupied with thoughts of her. Finally, as I'm in the middle of a conversation with a wealthy couple, I spot her walking through the entrance. My heart skips a beat. There she is.
My heart skips a beat as I spot her walking through the entrance of the gallery, accompanied by Damon, Blair, and of course, her adorable little bunny, Cookie, in its bag. She looks stunning, her hair framing her face in loose waves, the light-colored summer dress she's wearing enhancing her delicate features.
As she catches my gaze, a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. I feel a sense of relief wash over me, my anxiety ebbing away at the sight of her. She's here, and she's looking as lovely as ever.
I excuse myself from the couple I've been talking to, my heart rate quickening as I make my way over to her. I want to be the first one to greet her, to make sure she's comfortable and enjoying her time here.
As I approach, she raises an eyebrow at me, a faint hint of sarcasm in her smile. "Am I late?" she asks, a light teasing lilt to her voice.
I shake my head, returning her smile with one of my own. "No, you're right on time," I assure her, my eyes raking over her from head to toe. "And you look gorgeous," I add, my tone affectionate.
