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As the annual tradition unfolds at the gallery, I run my hands through my hair, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. The city's elite have gathered to celebrate and show appreciation for their support throughout the year. I walk around the gallery, observing the guests mingling and holding glasses of champagne. Servers gracefully move through the crowd, ensuring the glasses are always filled.
A knot tightens in my stomach as I navigate through the event. This is the part of the year I dread the most, hoping it will be over quickly. However, I maintain a professional demeanor and greet the guests with a smile, thanking them for their continued enthusiasm.
In the corner of my eye, I spot Meghan, our exceptional secretary, welcoming the guests with poise and professionalism. She assists them with their coats, providing each person with a numbered tag, and directs them to the designated areas. I consider myself fortunate to have someone as capable as Meghan, making such events run smoothly.
My thoughts keep drifting back to Emma after our last meeting in the conference room. Since then, I haven't crossed paths with her, and it feels like she's deliberately avoiding me, maybe even adjusting her schedule to avoid any encounters. I let out a sigh, trying to clear my mind and grab a glass of champagne to take a sip.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Aurelie making her way toward me. She's dressed in a stunning red dress with a captivating cut-out neckline and a gold chain stressing her outfit.
"You stopped messaging me," she pouts. "Are you too busy to spare time for me now?"
I take another sip, trying to find the right words. "There have been some pressing events lately that required my attention."
Aurelie places a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Tonight, just relax and enjoy yourself."
My attention shifts as I notice Emma making her way through the crowd. Her blonde hair falls gracefully over her shoulders, and she looks stunning in a simple yet elegant purple dress.
Aurelie tightens her grip on my upper arm. "You're not interested in her, are you?" she asks, her tone revealing a hint of possessiveness.
I meet her gaze and did not react to her jealousy. Aurelie has no right to dictate who I interact with-our relationship is purely physical. I take another sip of champagne, maintaining my composure.
"That's my private matter, Aurelie," I respond firmly. "I don't need to disclose my personal life to you."
Her narrowed eyes show a storm brewing inside her, ready to erupt at any moment. Despite the intense attraction we once shared, the situation now feels different. Our encounters used to lead to passionate encounters, but now, with the party in full swing, I have no desire to think about being with Aurelie in my office.
"Excuse me," I say, trying to distance myself. "Emma and I need to discuss some gallery matters..."
Before I can finish, she digs her nails into my skin. "There's nothing for you to discuss with Emma tonight. Let me remind you that the board won't be pleased if you're getting involved with our curator."
