«Mary, you're so busy selling your paintings that you forgot to introduce your new friends,» a woman said while walking towards them.
Lara turned to face a group of four women, and her heart sank. If even thinking about women chatting with Nate was painful, she would die then and there if they were to actually be close to him.
That change in her heart had been so fast that she couldn't bear it. She used to think she didn't deserve Nate. When had she started wanting him all for herself?
However, she couldn't just glare in silence. She would solve her issues later. She didn't even need to glare because their eyes were fixed on her. Not one of those women glanced at Nate if not for a quick greeting.
«I'm not selling, Joy. I'm just showing. You can buy only in the gallery,» Mary replied, crossing her arms. «I thought you knew it already. Why don't you come and buy like normal people instead of trying to get the painting with you during my events!»