Lexie and Killian by Holt Desiree

Author:Holt, Desiree [Holt, Desiree]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Desiree Holt
Published: 2015-11-25T16:00:00+00:00

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Killian would have dropped her off at the gallery, but Lexie wanted at least the distance of the two blocks separating them. She wasn’t sure if all the entries had been draped and covered or even where hers would be displayed, but she wasn’t taking any chances. She’d thought long and hard about the three images she’d submitted, crossing her fingers the one she wanted would be selected.

Of course having any of them chosen for entry was a hugely big deal, but to have them want this one? It would be like the frosting on the cake. Despite lingering feelings of betrayal and inadequacy from the last show, she had applied for entry and willingly paid the fee to have this work exhibited. When they had chosen her favorite for the competition, she’d screamed with joy and done a little happy dance, glad Killian hadn’t been in the house to hear or see her.

She had actually wrapped it in brown paper herself before Killian drove her to the city to get it shipped. She wasn’t taking any chances he’d catch a glimpse of it and refuse to let her show it. She classified her work as prairie art, leaning toward the Western of Frederick Remington and Charles M. Russell. Except, where they’d concentrated on the West of the late nineteenth century, Lexie had focused on the contemporary scenes of today.

She’d asked the committee contact how the paintings were being staged, especially since this was in a private gallery. She’d breathed a sigh of relief when she was told the gallery would be closed for two days prior to the show with brown paper taped over the windows so no one got a preemptive look.

Standing before the locked front doors, she pulled out the special identification tag she’d been given and knocked.

“Yes?” The door cracked open, and a woman peered out at her. “We’re closed. Didn’t you see the signs?”

“Yes. Yes, I did.” She held up her identification. “But I am one of the entrants and I wanted to check on my painting. Is that possible?” She wet her lips. “Please? I just want a peek.”

The woman glanced at the badge and at Lexie and her features softened. “Of course. But be quick about it. The judges will be here this afternoon and will come back to view again tomorrow. That’s when they make their decisions. We’re expected to be ready for them.”

“Of course, of course. Thank you.”

She slid into the gallery, heard the door click shut and lock behind her. She paused, drew in a deep breath to steady herself, and looked around. The huge gallery took up two floors connected by a winding staircase. The entries were everywhere, some hanging on walls, some on easels. Volunteers ran around with checklists in their hands, making sure each one was in its proper place.

“This way.”

The woman nudged her and led her toward the right. And there it was, safely arrived. It hung against a curved wall, with a spotlight arranged just so to bring out the vibrant colors and the careful brush strokes.

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