By Eric Maisel
Published by Eric Maisel at Smashwords
Copyright 2013 Eric Maisel
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Thursday evening arrived. Aster dressed to kill. She wore a low-cut black dress, blood-red earrings, a cadmium red watch, and black stiletto heels. She let her brunette hair flow free and her brown eyes sparkle. She entered Gallery Lulu like a dynamo on stilts. The Giamentis on display were good but Aster Lynn was sensational.
Her stomach turned over as she entered. She felt no fear but a mountain of anxiety. She had done many audacious things in her young life, many dangerous and stupid things, but this was different. Her whole painting career hinged on this gambit. She found the bar and downed a first glass of champagne in several gulps. When she raised the refill to her lips, she found her hand shaking.
The gallery was packed. Twelve new Giamentis hung on twelve pristine white walls. Aster eavesdropped on conversations and overheard that the artist, his wife, and his mistress were due at midnight, that the paintings were selling like hotcakes, and that Giamenti was a genius. Aster grabbed a third glass of champagne from the waiter and tried to make sense of the crowd.