Fated to Doom novel Chapter 3

Camille's POV

It's was nice to have my work exhibited at AX Gallery although most people didn't come to look at my painting because Katherine, a popular artist had her painting beside me. The few people who came to my side, I explained the meaning behind my painting. I wished I could be like Katherine who was great.-

"Hello, Katherine," I came over to her side and waved at her.

She seemed to notice me as she waved back and smiled at me. "Your wolf painting is amazing," she commented. "Can you tell me the stories behind the painting?" Katherine left her exhibitions and came over to look at my paintings posted on the wall. "Your collection is amazing!" Another comment that got me smiling like an idiot.

Who wouldn't smile when their favorite artist is admiring their work?

"Thank you for the opportunity, Katherine. The first painting is....." I explained the story behind each painting and Katherine stared at me in awe.

"You must like wolves right?" Katherine questioned.

Why does everyone keep asking me that? I have never met any wolf but telling people that I haven't made me sound like a weirdo.

"Yeah," I lied.

"They are pretty. You should put them for auction." She advised.

"Really?" I smiled. "Thank you, Katherine."

"Right. Excuse me, I need to see a friend." She left my side and walked over to a man opposite me. He was a sculptor with an amazing sculpture of a woman whose eyes were covered with a mask. The woman had two swords in her left hand and a stone in her other hand. It's was beautiful to watch but I had no idea who the sculptor was.

"Must be someone who is not famous like me," I thought as I continued staring at his work.

"That's GFK," A familiar voice sounded beside me, and when I turned, it was Remi. "He doesn't use his real name because he doesn't like attention. He is a famous Sculptor back in Nigeria."

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Do you know the story behind every art here?" I questioned him.

"Will you like to take a tour with me?" Remi offered.

Who would turn down such an offer from a curator who knows everything about art? No one.

"Sure," I answered and followed him.

The first Art Remi showed me was a wood carving. A lot of people gathered around the carving because it's was worth it. It's was a carving of a woman who held her child in her arms. "This is called Motherhood by T.Y" Remi explained. "The carver is not here today but T.Y is a popular woman."

I couldn't believe what I heard. "A woman did this?"

"Yes, T.Y is a woman." Remi smiled and walked away while I trailed behind him. "You are just as good as most of the artists here today," Remi said to me.

"Thank you," I smiled at him and turned back to look at the carving. The mother stared at her child with love and it's made me long for the warmth of a mother. I never knew my mother since I was left in an orphanage home. There was a tiny hole inside of me that I hoped to close one day and I will once I found my mother.

"You okay?" Remi touched my shoulder which caught me unaware. I jumped in fear and lost my balance. I saw the ground welcoming me but before I could reach the ground, a man with a mask on reached out to help me. I landed on his arm and met his hazel eyes. They were beautiful and I felt lost in them.

"You should look where you go young lady," The voice was deep and enchanting.

The man helped me stand comfortably on the ground and smiled at me. His smile was charming and I wished I could see the face behind the mask but before I could thank him, he had walked away.

"Camille," Remi grabbed my hand. "You okay?" He asked.

I nodded in response but found myself staring at the man who had helped me from embarrassing myself in front of everyone. "Who is he?"

"Probably one of those that had come for the exhibition. Let's go," Remi grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him.

The next art he showed was photorealism. There were two works exhibited. One was a man who was smoking while the second was of a girl swimming It's looked so real that I thought they were there. "This is amazing!" I commented.

The artist behind the beautiful piece of art was a young boy who looked like a teenager. The boy looked Asian and when I looked closely at him, my assumptions were right. He was Chinese with his double eyelid and purple hair. He looked like a rockstar instead of an artist.

Remi greeted the boy and introduced me to him. "Hey, Cjay. This is Camille, she is a wolf painter."

"Nice to meet you, Camille, I am Cjay." The boy stretched forth his arm and I gladly took it.

"You have a nice work Cjay," I commented on his work.

"It takes a lot of time to perfect it but it's coming out great." Cjay smiled. "So you are a wolf painter huh?" He questioned.

I looked at Remi and nodded in response. "Yes, I am."

"Cool. I love wolves." He laughed and I also started laughing.

There was nothing funny about wolves. "I would have loved to see your work but I have a lot of people to talk to," Cjay pointed to a long queue of people who had come for his autograph. They were mostly teenagers.

"No problem CJay," I waved at him and left his side.

"So where are we heading to next?" I asked Remi who seemed to be on call.

He raised his hand and pointed to his phone. "I am sorry Camille but I need to take this," he said to me, and in a blink of an eye, he was out of my sight.

"I guess I have to do the tour myself," I heaved a sigh and continue walking to see different Artwork.

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Axel POV