Before he left, he said, "Ariana, I will transfer some money to you. Take the afternoon off and go shopping or relax."
After he left, I opened my bank account.
He transferred me three thousand dollars.
Although Jameson was generous with daily expenses, he rarely made large transfers to me. My impression of him was still stuck in the days when he was bankrupt. Until that luxurious wedding, it felt like a slap in the face.
I accepted the money and went to work that afternoon.
My supervisor, Tessa Lane, looked relieved when she saw me. "I thought you might have taken a day off. A client specifically asked for you."
I work as a conservator at a well-known private studio.
Although the work was tedious, the pay was decent.
Most of my money was saved up for buying a house.
I sat at my workbench, and someone handed me a painting of flowers and birds from the Aurelian Dynasty. "It was hanging in the study, and it got wet because the window wasn't closed. Can it be repaired?"
I examined it carefully and replied, "It can be repaired."
The person's voice was gentle. When I looked up, I saw a familiar face.
The first time I saw her was at her wedding. She was Sophie Brooks.