Something more♡

Chapter eight

I woke up and remembered last night, even though we didn't do much it was an interesting night Toni and I spent the night eating, talking and doing other stuff.

"Hey sleepy head." Toni smirked.

"Good morning to you too." I mumbled.

"Guess what babe."

"What?"

"You're late again." Toni laughed.

"Shit, why didn't you wake me up earlier?" I asked as I rolled out of bed.

"Because you look really cute whilst sleeping."

I stared at him then laughed "whatever."

I had a quick shower then quickly got dressed, I made my way downstairs and grabbed an apple.

"Bye Toni." I shouted as I opened the front door.

"Bye princess, have fun." Toni responded.

I drove to the gallery. As I entered I noticed some people. They weren't just ordinary customers they were dressed in formal work clothes.

"Good morning, you must be Andrea Oliveira Levi." One of the ladies walked up to me and spoke. "I'm Rachel Fitz."

"Erm good morning and yes. Welcome to my gallery." I smiled.

"My colleagues and I have come from the New York art auction house. We have come to make an offer with you."

"Oh erm, what is it?" I asked politely.

"Could we possibly meet over dinner to talk through it? And you could bring your family too."

"Yeah, sounds great."

"Meet us at the cleytonlix restaurant at seven." Rachel smiled.

The people left after a quick tour of my small gallery. I decided to call Toni, to inform him on the dinner plans.

"Hey Toni." I said as the phone was answered.

"Hello, who is this?" Someone said from the other end of the call. It sounded like a woman.

"This is Toni's girlfriend and you are?" I asked.

"Oh." She paused then spoke again after a few moments "I work with Toni and he's currently in a meeting, he forgot his phone in my cabin."

"Well can you give his phone back when he's free and tell him to call me, a namorada dele." I said before the woman on the other end hung up.

Well that was strange, why had Toni been in her cabin? Whatever it is, I shouldn't doubt him.

I spent the next few hours showing customers different art pieces round the gallery. During my lunch break, I worked on a painting, I sat cross-legged on the ground in the staff room and painted a messy looking portrait of a child. The child looked as if she was in pain, not physical but emotional pain. Something about it reminded me of myself from my childhood, I had a happy life until my mother passed away after battling with cancer for two years.

The following years after she passed away, I suffered from severe anxiety and depression. My father began having heart problems, the two of us lived with each-other my whole life but I was never close with him as much as I was with my mother. It took him a long time to allow me to move with Toni especially because we moved across the country but we had no choice, Toni had been given a job here by a large company.