Teach me (L. Hemmings Smut FF)

Chapter 60.

"Thank you everyone for joining this evening to the greatest art gala in New York City. Tonight for the third year in row our, you'll get to meet our dearest artist Y/n Clifford, you'll present an new piece. But until we'll get to amaze our eyes with the beautiful exhibition, we should start opening the night with the award to the best new artist." Paul, a dearest friend of mine talks on the microphone. I'm here dressed in a red silk dress, wearing jewelries I never thought I would wear. I'm living my passion. I'm living doing what I always wanted to, I'm painting and they love my every piece.

"And finally the moment you've been waiting for so long has come. Our best selling artist for the third year in row is here tonight to present her new piece of art. Everyone, welcome her woth the warmest applause. Ms. Y/n Clifford." The whole room starts clapping and smiling. My feelings are all over the place. I can't believe I did it. I can't believe I've come so far. I feel my knees shaking as I go to the stage to get my award.

"Congratulations, Y/n, your pieces are amazing." Paul hands me the trophy I thank him and take a deep breath.
"Thank you very much. It means a lot to be here in front of you. I'd like to thank my husband for inspiring me in everyway. I remember when I finished my first piece of the 'sincerely yours' collection, he said 'this is how I see you. A pouring beautiful and colorful soul.' And as many of you know, the first piece is called 'How he sees.' "
I sigh trying so hard to hold back my tears.
"I never done this before, but today, the 25th of November would've been my husband's birthday and the last piece from my first collection is finished. The 'Sincerely yours.' Collection started when I let him into my heart and as you can see it's my largest collection, 16 pieces, and it's all from the feelings he made me feel. Each of these sixteen pieces represents a year with him, the last three of them were after his death, but from my point of view it's like he was here all along. This collection is more personal than the others, it means everything to me. My husband Michael died three years ago, but I never stopped feeling his love around me so in his memory I'd like to present to you all, the last of my pieces. 'How he loved.' "
A big round of applause started to fill the silenced room. the curtain moved away and even though I wanted this piece to be mine forever I felt like I needed to do this for Michael. I wanted everyone to know what a beautiful soul he had and how much he meant to me.

I was like a bottle of champagne. Michael took care of me, when I'd fall we would've put me back up, we loved me and with every little caring move we would've shaken me. When the time was right all it took him was a kiss and I popped up spreading my soul on the canvas.
It's all because of him that I'm such a well known artist at just the age of 36.

Flashlights are everywhere and everyone is admiring the painting. It feels so good that people appreciate my work. Of course I can see critics examining the piece, noting something down. But their facial expressions tell me they're enjoying this paint.

"Stunning piece of art." I hear a voice somewhat familiar. I turn around to see a man wearing an expensive suit and some black hat on his head.
"Thank you sir." I smile politely and he slowly kisses my hand and he takes of the hat. "Please, call me Luke." A cold shiver passses through my body as I hear his name because I know he's the guy from my teenasge years. Luke Hemmings.

"Congratulations on your winnings, y/n." He smiles and now that I get a second look at his features he doesn't seem like he had changed at all.
"Thank you Luke." I smile looking around and I see Thomas lurking around bored.
"Hey Thomas. Come here, I'd like you to meet someone." He comes and I place my hands on his shoulders.
"Thomas this is, Luke Hemmings, my highschool teacher and university professor." I smile looking down at him. "Luke, this is my nine year old son, Thomas." Luke bends down to meet his face. "Hey little man. How are you doing?" He asks shaking Tom's hand.