Wherever Love Takes Me: Sweet Contemporary Interracial Romance Novella, Clean Romantic Comedy (Flower Shop Romance Book 2) by Logan Marisa

Author:Logan, Marisa [Logan, Marisa]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-06-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

A few months later, I stood at the front of a large crowd gathered in front of the museum. Camera crews from the local news stations were there, as were some excited people from the Steampunk World's Fair who'd made the drive out to Brandenburg for the special day. Tom and TJ stood near the front of the crowd, applauding with everyone else as we got ready to flip the switch and start the clock up for the first time.

I stood beside the head curator as he gave a speech about the significance of the clock, its history, and what it represented for the museum and the community at large. I didn't really need to listen to the speech. I knew what it represented for me, and that was all that mattered.

“And now,” he said as he reached the conclusion of the speech, “our very own Amy Loch, the person responsible for what we've accomplished here today, will throw the switch and start the clock!”

I stepped up, greeted by a round of applause. I waved to the crowd, and gave a special smile to Tom. I felt like he and TJ should be up here with me. Getting the clock fixed had really been their idea, after all.

“Tell me when,” I said, putting my hands on the big lever. No one in the crowd knew that it wasn't really hooked up to anything. The lever was just sticking out of a large metal box. A mechanic up in the tower would turn on the power at the same moment that I threw the lever, giving the ceremonial act the illusion of reality.

The curator looked at his watch, waiting for the right moment, then started counting. “Ten...nine...”

The crowd shouted along with him. “Eight...seven...”

I waved to everyone again, then grabbed the lever with both hands, making a big production out of it. I waited for the countdown to reach the end.

“Three...two...one...”

The crowd started cheering as I pulled the lever. At the same time, the clock up above started ticking. The camera crews got the whole thing on tape, ready for the nightly news. I made the rounds, shaking hands with a few VIPs, particularly some of the donors who had given a hefty amount to the fundraiser.

Before long, the crowd started to disperse. Some went inside the museum to go check out the exhibits, including the all new exhibit upstairs, where the inner workings of the clock were now on display behind a glass case. We'd also posted some historical news articles and pictures going back to the year the building was built, laying out the entire history of the museum and the clock itself. Included in the display was a more recent news article about the fundraising campaign, along with my picture. I'd become a permanent part of history.

I headed over to the little buffet table we'd set out, making myself a plate for lunch. Tom joined me, while TJ peppered the curator with questions about one of our exhibits.

“So,” Tom said as he filled a plate of his own.

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