CHAPTER 16

As Sarah’s art continued to gain recognition, she found herself both exhilarated and overwhelmed. The gallery exhibition had been a pivotal moment, but it was just the beginning. Her art was resonating with people in ways she had never imagined, and each new piece she created seemed to tell a part of their evolving love story.

Michael stood by her side through it all. He was her biggest supporter and, sometimes, her critic—a role he embraced with equal parts love and honesty. They often found themselves discussing her work late into the night, their conversations blending into the warmth of their shared bed.

One evening, after a particularly long day at the gallery, Sarah sat at her easel, staring at a blank canvas. Michael, sensing her frustration, quietly walked in and watched her.

“Rough day?” he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

Sarah sighed, “I’m struggling to find inspiration. I want to capture something new, something that reflects where we are now, but I’m stuck.”

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