Chapter 92: Unexpected Visitor

The gallery was buzzing with activity, as usual. I was in the middle of arranging a new exhibit, carefully positioning each piece to create the perfect flow. The vibrant colors and unique textures of the artwork filled me with a sense of accomplishment and pride. This gallery was my sanctuary, a place where I could immerse myself in creativity and escape from the stresses of life. As I stepped back to admire my work, I heard the front door chime. I turned, expecting to see a potential buyer or one of my regular visitors. Instead, I froze in shock. There, standing in the entrance, was Kate. She looked different, almost subdued. Her usual confident demeanor was replaced by an air of uncertainty. She held her handbag tightly, her knuckles white from the grip. I felt a knot form in my stomach. "Lily, hi," she said, her voice softer than I'd ever heard it. "Kate," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "What are you doing here?" She took a hesitant step forward. "I came to apologize