C51 Chapter 51

Finally, it was the day of the gala. Leslie, being Leslie, was in her studio as always, feeling apprehensive about the painting she'd made for the gala.

“Is this even appropriate for the gala?” she muttered, biting her bottom lip in consideration.

“Snap out of it, Leslie. Your art is beautiful, stop degrading yourself,” her inner voice argued.

She blew out a breath and smiled.

“Yes