Chapter 19
TWO MONTHS LATER
"What do you think?" I ask my dad.
We're standing at the doorway of the gallery, surveying the hard work of the last few days. I was up half the night draping fabric from the ceiling and setting up tables, but the result is, in my opinion, absolutely beautiful.
"It's wonderful, sweetheart," Dad says. He's beaming, and I swear he hasn't looked this young in years.
Tonight is our very first event since opening up the gallery for rentals. A couple is celebrating their fiftieth anniversary, and they wanted the whole package: decor, tables and chairs, even use of the temporary dance floor we put down for our ballet and jazz classes. The check from tonight will fund our afterschool program for the rest of the month.