Chapter 33

Irene'S POV I adjusted my hair in the car and my hands shook slightly, betraying the storm brewing inside me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the frantic beating of my heart. I needed to appear composed, unruffled, even though Leon’s closeness had left me feeling anything but that. Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I turned to him. “Where are we?” I asked casually trying to mask my curiosity. Leon only winked at me, a playful, mysterious smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’ll see,” he said in a teasing manner as if he enjoyed keeping me in suspense. As we stepped out of the car, I found myself standing in front of an exhibition. Not just any exhibition, but one featuring the works of my favorite photographer. My heart soared, excitement bubbling up inside me as I realized where we were. I turned to Leon, surprised and grateful, but he just nodded towards the entrance, silently urging me to go inside. I didn’t need any more encouragement. The moment we entered the