the perfect one.

Chapter 8 - Say You Love Me

A few months later,

After the engagement Steve took me to London to his family for a month, then I goes back to New York to prepare for my exhibition in two months. I finished five arts for the exhibition, and the rest was my father unpublished arts. Me and Jane decided to close down the studio because I'm getting marry less in five months, so this going to be our last exhibition.

And Jane always noticed Ralph to me, he is coming back a week before the exhibition, and their parents too to see my exhibition. But sadly Steve spending it in Arizona cause it was a urgent. It's okay, I'm going to get use of him not be there for me.

Today is the day, my last exhibition. I said to myself look at the mirror wearing a beautiful black dress and the ring Steve gave to me. I will be moving to London after this, and well I'm gonna miss everything. Ralph and New York the city full of the story of my life.

I took a taxi to my studio that was still on prepare and open in ten minutes. Jane and Mark and other staff helped to fix a mistake on the lighting nor the painting, if it tilted or no. And then finally it's open. Many high class people attend the exhibition, my father friends, my friends, Jane friends, an the company who sponsored the exhibition.

I stand on one of my paint, my paint of someone I thought deserve to be dedicated tonight, and the guy I should have love. With a glass of champagne on my hand, stood there alone while people look on the other.

"You look pretty tonight." Suddenly an odd voice was heard beside me, I turn around, it was Ralph. He looked fine, he dress more suitable than before.

"Well you look better." I said and he smirk.

"When I get back from Ethiopia I realize I need to get in a good shape to show off to you." He said and I chuckle.

"Shut up." I said and he chuckle.

"I miss you." He said and I blush.

"I miss you too." I said and he look to the big huge canvas.

"You done this?" He asked and I look at the paint.

"It came from a sketch, a first sketch I thought of you." I said and he look at me.

"Really?" He said and I nod. "Well you paint it perfectly." I blush.

"Well thank you sir." I said smiling.

So through the all I spend it with Ralph and well a few time I leave him because I need to talk to other people who ask about my paint. He was just there looking at the painting of the eye. He looked proud, I think. But I wouldn't done it without him. And then I look him from the distance and then suddenly I thought on first time meeting Steve, he was standing on one of my paint and I was here standing looking at him and make a move to him. And then I walk slowly towards Ralph and he look at me.

"So what do you think?" He asked and I smirk.

"Of what?" I asked.

"The painting that half credited me." He said and I chuckle.

"You're not bad." I said and suddenly I remember something, that night, the night when I finished the paint, he told me that Steve is proposing and told me to not marry him, and now, look were we are. looking at each other eyes and trying to think of the thing that we've been through together.

"Well, you busy after this?"

So as the studio closed, Ralph and I decided to take a walk back to my home at night as I wore his coat to warm me from the cold air of New York in October. We mostly talk about my exhibition, we don't know what to talk about actually. Because last time we see each other, it was horrible