Gemotions

The email notification had arrived at precisely 3:00 AM. Her sculptures, cast in bronze, were being showcased in a prestigious downtown gallery. The shock had jolted Clara awake. Instead of fury, she found herself experiencing a slow, creeping sense of… approval.

When she arrived, the gallery was already bustling with people. She saw her work, gleaming under the spotlights, expertly arranged.

The gallery director, a man with impeccable tailoring, approached her cautiously. "We… we were hoping you wouldn't be too displeased," he said, his voice hesitant.

Clara simply smiled. "I'm not. In fact," she said, her eyes crinkling at the corners, "I'm quite… impressed. It takes considerable skill to present them like this."