I made it inside relatively dry. I was greeted by Annie and Rosie who had managed to get there before me. She was getting close to Annie and it was sweet to observe a sort of mother-daughter relationship they have. I was waiting for Luke to get inside. I noticed a beautiful painting from a distance that looked similar to one of my pieces.

 I did the piece to show to Annie and I did a piece with a bouquet of a dozen roses grounded down to a fine pigment and used odorless opal white and a splash of gentle ivory to match the shade of the Woelke white rose. I used over four bouquets of dozen roses to do an original red. I painted a phoenix in a rose garden and the painting wafted delicate rose scents as you walked past. Another one I painted is actually inspired by the rain, I used the remaining rose paints to paint a piece of a girl standing in the rain but instead of raining water it's raining roses.

 Luke finally makes it in and he's still dry luckily. I can't help but admire how handsome and crisp he looks in a tuxedo. He claims to have had an important meeting prior to coming and thought it would be a waste to change. He walks to me and I can't help but compliment him.

"You look sharp," I say smiling.

"I like to dress fancy..." he jokes "sometimes," he adds. "Thank you for inviting me to this amazing gallery, where is your work?" he continues. He looks at the works closest to us and he chuckles. I look at the paintings to him and I don't get what he's laughing at. He notices my confusion and he leans in and whispers "I bet your works are better than these,". I blush and turn away from him.

 "I doubt it," I say honestly.

 "Don't doubt yourself...," he pauses then he makes a funny scowl, "or me for that matter, I'm great, mind you," he teases. We walk towards the nice painting I had spotted earlier and it's getting a lot of attention. "I feel like something important is going to happen," Luke muses as we wait to get closer to the painting I was looking at, "and I feel like it has something to do with you," he adds slightly smiling. When the group admiring the painting that stood out to me moved away only one person lingered, he looked familiar, almost just like Jace, but it wasn't Jace. It was Alec, he was dressed in a tuxedo just like Jace was, it was odd I thought they had looked alike. Alec smiled when he saw me. 

 "Alec! You made it!" I exclaimed, happy to have people actually come for through for me. He smiled at me.

"I mean, I told you I would, didn't I?" he said. "I think you did a great job," he added beckoning to the beautiful painting on the wall. It had caught my eye and I didn't even know it was mine. I felt a sense of pride at having thought my painting looked nice without knowing it was in fact mine. Luke stepped forward to say hi but when he did his smile faltered and he frowned at Alec, who also had a frown.