?Chapter 108:

“That’s beautiful. I never noticed the subtle symbolism.”

She’d told me earlier that she wasn’t really into art; she was here to save up for college.

I smiled, feeling a sense of pride. “Yes, the artist is incredible. He’s a freaking GOAT.”

The morning flew by in a whirlwind of conversations and art appreciation. Each smile from a customer, each nod of understanding, chipped away at the anger Isabelle had kindled. In fact, I loved my new job. It was a big relief from the monotony of Ryder’s mansion, even if it meant staying on my feet most of the time.

At lunchtime, Sophia and I headed to the canteen and shared lunch. Since she was vegan and convincing me to be one, she handed me a tofu sandwich.

“How’s your first day going?” she asked between mouthfuls of her sandwich.

“Amazing,” I replied, unwrapping my lunch. “Everyone’s so friendly. I thought they’d frighten the hell out of me.” I stared at the food in my hands, wondering if I should eat it or not.

Sophia chuckled. “We’re a great team. You’ll fit right in. Just don’t let any customers hold a strong grudge against you.”

I still hadn’t told her I was Ryder’sdy; it wasn’t necessary.

As I took a bite, I chewed slowly, allowing the burst of vor to mix gently in my mouth as I savored it. “This is good stuff,” I nodded.

An hourter.

My muscles hurt from smiling, speaking of the perks of being a museum assistant. I smiled warmly at the couple in front of me, discussing the nuances of a local artist’s sculpture.

“And this piece, ‘Echoes,’ represents the harmony between nature and humanity.” These pictures never stopped me from staring at them in awe.

Just as they nodded in understanding, a shrill voice pierced the air, a walking nightmare in a pretty girl’s skin. I recognized that voice anywhere.

Isabelle.

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“Excuse me! I need assistance now!” That fucking brat!

With all the self-restraint I had, I turned, pasting a professional (aka fake) smile on my face.

“Wee to the Renaissance Gallery. How may I help you?”

Isabelle’s eyes shed with disdain. “You’re still here? I thought Ryder would’ve tired of you by now.”

The couple’s eyes widened as they exchanged nces, sensing the tension between us. They moved aside.

“It doesn’t have to be here,” I said, trying to maintainposure. “I’m with customers.”

Isabelle snorted. “Customers? Ha! You’re just a mere breeder, ying at being a gallery assistant. Could you be any funnier?”

The room fell silent. I swear I could hear my own breath. She’d sessfully garnered the attention of the whole room.

Sophia appeared at my side, her expression neutral. “Ma’am, what can we do for you?”

“It’s ‘future Luna’ to you,” Isabellemanded, extending a long leg with a designer stiletto at its bottom. “And I want her to clean my shoe. And fetch me a ss of red wine. Now.”

My face burned with embarrassment, but I kept my tone even. “Of course, Isabelle. Right away.”

I took the shoe, trying not to show my revulsion. As I carefully wiped the dirt off, Isabelle’s condescending smile made my blood boil. I struggled with the seductive urge to smack her with her heels. But something held me back. This was just my first day; I could cause a scene when people saw my value.

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