Two Years Later

Two years later.

At the art gallery, the staff bustled through the exhibition halls, meticulously preparing for an upcoming grand solo art show.

"Phoebe! How's the progress on Curtis' exhibition?" A deep voice asked from the other end of the phone.

"Everything's ready, just waiting for the gallery to open." Phoebe adjusted the outdated glasses perched on her nose. Her long hair was tied into a neat ponytail, giving her a fresh and elegant appearance.

After hanging up, Phoebe carefully examined the paintings on the wall. This exhibition was part of Curtis' nationwide tour, and she was fortunate to have been selected as the temporary tour assistant for this world-renowned artist.

During a small exhibition, one of Phoebe's own pieces caught Curtis' eye by chance. He appreciated her unique perspective on art, and that stroke of luck made her his chosen assistant.

Phoebe had a natural talent for painting.

For the past two years, her goal had been to apply to Valleybrook's top art school. However, due to the high tuition costs, she ultimately chose a more affordable university that offered a full scholarship.

This opportunity was rare and hard-won for Phoebe. She cherished it, seeing it as a chance not only to gain experience but to broaden her horizons and grow as an artist.

Curtis, who had rapidly risen in the art world in recent years, had a distinct style that was beloved by critics and collectors alike.

Young, vibrant, and full of life, his work mirrored his persona and made him a prominent figure in contemporary art.

As the gallery's opening hour arrived, the staff quickly vacated the space. Phoebe, dressed in a sharp professional outfit, moved through the corridors with a faint, content smile on her face.

The exhibition drew large crowds from around the world. Despite their different backgrounds, everyone shared a love for art.

In addition to managing the exhibition's logistics, Phoebe had the important responsibility of explaining the artworks to the visitors. She moved gracefully from one piece to another, offering detailed insights into each one.

Her understanding of Curtis' work was deep, and she effortlessly provided satisfying explanations to all who asked. These interpretations were entirely her own, not pre-prepared notes, and reflected her genuine understanding of the art.

By the end of the day, though physically exhausted, Phoebe felt fulfilled. She loved this kind of life.

***

The night in Valleybrook was serene and tranquil, its beauty lifting her spirits. A black SUV sped down the highway, cutting through the calm.

"Phoebe, today's exhibition went very smoothly. We should have a celebration dinner later," Curtis' French assistant, Merle, suggested cheerfully, speaking in fluent English as he glanced at Phoebe, a bright smile on his face.

"It's mainly because of Curtis' amazing work," Phoebe nodded modestly. This was likely the largest exhibition in the country so far, and it had exceeded expectations, with an overwhelming number of visitors attending.

"Phoebe, the exhibition's success is largely thanks to you," Merle praised, clearly impressed by her abilities.

"Merle, you're too kind. I don't deserve all that credit. It's the result of everyone's hard work, and, of course, Curtis' outstanding art," Phoebe replied with a shy smile, lowering her head slightly in embarrassment. She knew it wasn't solely her doing; it was a team effort.

"Phoebe, now that the exhibition is over, why don't you come to France with us?" Merle asked, his tone sincere. He clearly admired her skills.

"Thank you for the offer, but I'm a bit of a homebody. I prefer to stay here and develop my career," Phoebe smiled politely, gently turning down the invitation.

Her gaze shifted to Curtis, who was resting in the front seat, his eyes closed.

This French man was strikingly handsome, with sharp, well-defined features and an athletic build. Being around someone like him made her feel secure.

Suddenly, Curtis opened his mesmerizing blue eyes, locking them with Phoebe's slightly startled dark ones.

"Phoebe, do you not like being around me?" His voice was smooth, as rich and intoxicating as fine wine.

Phoebe felt a bit flustered. She blinked her long lashes behind her thick-framed glasses and stammered, "No, it's not that. I just think I'm more comfortable here. I might struggle to adjust to a new place."

In truth, she loved the idea of France, the romantic allure of it, but as a family-oriented girl, she preferred to stay close to her parents, wanting to care for them.

"Phoebe, come to France with me, please? You'll have a much brighter future there," Curtis' gaze was serious as he tried to persuade her.

"I…" Words failed her. His eyes were so earnest, making it difficult for her to respond. Although they had only spent a month working together, mostly discussing business, this French artist had left a profound impression on her.

His deep blue eyes held a tinge of melancholy, and he spoke with a gentle warmth. Curtis was a gentleman through and through, always considerate towards women. The artistic aura that radiated from him was undeniably attractive.

But she couldn't leave her family behind. Shaking her head gently, she smiled and said softly, "I truly appreciate your offer, but I really don't think I'm suited for that. Besides, I haven't even graduated yet!"

"Phoebe, don't reject me so quickly. I'll give you time to think about it," Curtis replied.

"Yes, Phoebe, don't decide just yet. Take some time to consider it," Merle added. It was obvious to everyone how Curtis felt about her.

Phoebe bit her lip, her oval face almost entirely hidden behind her oversized glasses. It was the first time she'd seen such a sorrowful expression on his face. But she didn't want to explore whatever feelings lay beneath that sadness—those were far beyond her reach. She wasn't a Cinderella from a fairy tale and didn't dare dream of something so unrealistic.

"Thank you both for your kindness, I—"

"I'll give you time!" Curtis interrupted gently.

For a moment, the car was filled with silence, each person lost in their thoughts. Phoebe gazed out the window, her mind in turmoil.

Suddenly, the sharp sound of screeching brakes tore through the quiet night. An eerie fog seemed to descend upon them.

The suddenness of it snapped them all out of their thoughts.

Phoebe's chest tightened, and she nervously looked outside. The car rocked violently as the piercing sound of brakes filled the air.

What on earth was happening?