The Art of Letting Go - ENGLOT

Epilogue

A month later...

Ensley's POV:

The days leading up to my art exhibit were filled with a flurry of activity. I was putting the finishing touches on my paintings, arranging the pieces in the gallery, and coordinating with Celestine and the other event organizers.

With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, I decided to ask Celestine to be my date to the art exhibit. She will be there anyways, why not go as my date right?

One evening, as we sat in my cozy apartment, surrounded by half-finished paintings and scattered sketches, I gathered my courage and asked her the question that had been lingering in my mind.

"Celestine," I began, my voice slightly hesitant, "I know you'll be there whether I ask or not, but would you do me the honor of being my date to my exhibit?"

Celestine's eyes lit up, a sparkle of joy and surprise dancing in their depths. "Oh, Ens," she exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth and affection, "Of course! I would love to!"

A wave of relief and happiness washed over me. Her enthusiastic response was more than I could have hoped for.

"Thank you," I whispered, chuckling at my silliness, why was I even nervouse to ask? "It means the world to me to have you there beside me."

Celestine reached out and gently took my hand, her touch sending a warm tingle through my body. "I'll be there for you, always," she promised, her eyes filled with love and sincerity.

As the day of the art exhibit approached, my excitement grew, fueled by Celestine's unwavering support and the anticipation of sharing my work with the world. I knew that with Celestine by my side, this would be a night to remember, and also the beginning of a new chapter in our love story.

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On the evening of the exhibit, I arrived at the venue, my heart pounding with anticipation. The gallery was bustling with activity, a mix of art enthusiasts, critics, and fellow artists. The walls were adorned with her paintings, each piece a reflection of her soul, a testament to her artistic journey.

Celestine, as the head of the event's organizing team had to come first. So I scanned the room, searching for her amidst the crowd. I spotted her standing by the entrance, her elegant figure radiating warmth and confidence. As we locked eyes, I felt a surge of admiration and love for this woman who had supported my dreams and made them a reality.

Celestine greeted me with a warm smile and a tight embrace. "You look amazing," she whispered, her eyes twinkling with pride.

I blushed, feeling a flutter of excitement in my chest. "Thank you," I replied, my voice filled with gratitude. "You look amazing too."

As the gallery filled with art enthusiasts and curious onlookers, I found myself overwhelmed by the positive feedback and appreciation for my work. I'm humbled by the impact my art had on others, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in my accomplishments.

Throughout the evening, Celestine stood by my side, offering encouragement and support, her presence a constant source of comfort and joy. I felt incredibly lucky to have her by her side, to share this special moment with the woman who held my heart.

As the evening progressed, I found myself fielding questions from curious onlookers, eager to learn more about my artistic process and the inspiration behind my work. I spoke with enthusiasm, my voice filled with love for my craft, sharing my insights and perspectives with the attentive crowd.

Celestine moved gracefully through the gallery, her presence a calming force amidst the lively atmosphere. She greeted guests with warm smiles, ensuring that everyone felt welcomed and appreciated. Her organizational skills and attention to detail were evident in every aspect of the exhibit, from the thoughtfully curated layout to the exquisite refreshments.