I smiled. “I miss you too. Don’t worry. We’ll meet soon at Tess’s wedding. You’re coming, right? It’s at the end of this month.”

“Of course. How can I miss it? I’ll definitely be there.”

“Great. All right, you go now. Talk to you later.”

“Love you.”

The car screeched to a halt, and I got out. The huge iron gate decorated with red and white flowers welcomed everyone who entered through. A big bold ‘Felicity Charity Event’ hung at the top of the gate. An event for some people to genuinely donate for the poor, and for others, a way to show off.

Dad and Tobias also piled out and walked to me. Our family has been donating to this foundation every year for the orphan kids for the last ten years. I used to attend this function every year in my childhood. When I heard of it organizing another event today, I tagged along with Dad and Tobias.

“Let’s go,” Dad said, leading us inside through the red carpet, avoiding the crowd of people and the paparazzi.

Once inside, the first thing that came into my view was a swarm of elegantly dressed people roaming around and admiring the fine pieces of art that’s been exhibited around the hall. While some were busy in light conversations with glasses of drinks in their hands. A slow, classic music hummed in the background.

“This time they’re holding it differently. They put these canvases and pictures on auction, and whoever wishes to donate will buy them. Their money will directly go to the charity fund,” Tobias explained.

I nodded. “It’s a wise way, I must say. This way, more people who love art will donate. It will be good for those orphan kids.”

“Yeah, and I think I’m going to jam my walls with some today. Look at those beauties.” He pointed to the beautiful canvases around. “Who can say no to them?”

I giggled. “I agree.”

As Dad went busy conversing with an older man, I let myself explore in the sea of people and arts. Arts that demanded attention. I wasn’t a big fan of them, but they were impossible not to stare at. The beauty of nature, unknown people, mythological creatures, everything looked so real between the brushes of vibrant colors.

The colors blended so well, it felt they’d come alive at any moment.

A small boy, standing beside his mother, was gaping in wonder at a picture where a crimson skinned dragon fumed amber flames through its mouth. Its eyes sparkled with rage and menace. On the other hand, a middle-aged man stared at the highlighted cleavage of a woman with half of her face covered with her raven hair in a canvas.