Chapter 88

**Chapter 0088**
**Judy’s POV**

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but a light show gallery was definitely not it. The whole event was crowded with people, and it was completely outside. The atmosphere was lively, and everywhere I looked, there were bright lights dancing in the night sky.

The most amazing thing I had ever seen was right in front of me. There was a huge collection of artwork created by packmates from all over. Each piece was beautifully lit, showcasing colors and designs like I had never witnessed before. As we walked around the display, my mind raced with excitement and wonder.

Walter told me I didn’t need to dress up for the outdoor gallery event. So, I decided to wear a pair of jeans and a nice blouse that showed off a little bit of my cleavage, but not too much.

He waited in the car while I got ready.

Max drove us to the gallery, but he decided to stay in the car while we explored inside. As we enjoyed the art, we noticed some food trucks parked along the road. Walter suggested we try some of the food from those trucks. I thought it was a great idea and agreed with him.

We walked to the food trucks together.

“How did you even know about this place?” I asked him.

I took a bite of my corn dog while Walter enjoyed his chili dog. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him eating that messy chili dog.

Last night, we enjoyed a fancy dinner, but now we were eating simple street food.

He took a bite of the chili dog, and some of it got on his cheek. Then, he took a big sip of his soda.

“Irene,” he said, trying to wipe his cheek with a napkin.

“He admitted it,” he said. I frowned at him.

“What?” I asked.

“She mentioned wanting to check it out. I thought it would be fun for us to do,” he explained with a shrug.

My heart dropped as I looked around, a frown on my lips.

“Did she mention anything about coming here?” I asked, trying not to sound upset, but I couldn’t help it. The last thing I wanted was to be in this situation.

Ethan wanted to show up.

“I think she might have changed her mind,” he said quietly. “Ethan and she have been arguing a lot lately. I don’t think she was in the mood to go anywhere tonight.”

I nodded, biting my lower lip. Ethan had not been very subtle lately, and I worried it might hurt his relationship with Irene. If they broke up, Gavin would definitely blame me. I was sure he would fire me without a second thought.

“This is delicious,” he said, taking another big bite. Who knew sloppy joe could taste so good?

I couldn’t help but smile as I grabbed one of my napkins. I walked over to him and began to clean up the mess he had made.

“Um, everybody,” I said to him.

After we finished eating, we threw away our trash and walked around the gallery a bit more. One sculpture caught my eye; it was made of white marble and looked stunning.

In the center of the room, there was a stunning piece of marble that caught everyone’s attention. It was a beautiful carving of a woman with long, flowing hair that wrapped around her slim waist. She wore an elegant gown that covered most of her body but was designed in a way that highlighted her graceful figure.

She smiled up at the sky, her eyes fixed on the moon. With her arms stretched out, it looked like she was trying to reach for the stars. She was surrounded by shimmering lights, making her glow even brighter.

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**Chapter 0088**

The scene was magical, full of wonder and beauty.

I was standing in front of a stunning statue in the gallery, captivated by its beauty. “Who is this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I gazed into the woman’s marble eyes.

“I think she’s meant to be the Moon Goddess,” he replied, looking at the statue with admiration.

“She’s beautiful,” I said, still entranced by the figure before me.

“I whispered,” I said softly.

Walter took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“She is,” he said thoughtfully. But he wasn’t looking at the statue; he was looking at me. I felt my cheeks flush, realizing he was talking about me.

The evening was wonderful. Soft jazz music played in the background, creating a calm atmosphere. The guests spoke quietly among themselves, not wanting to disturb the peaceful vibe of the gallery.

“I love this song,” Walter said with a smile, closing his eyes to enjoy the music.

I swayed to the soft melody of the instrumental jazz playing in the background. I raised my eyebrows in curiosity.

“Are you a fan of jazz?” I asked him.

He opened one eye to glance at me, a smirk appearing on his lips.

“Yes,” he replied.

He answered, “I listen to it often back in France. It reminds me so much of home.”

“I know you’ve only been gone for a few days, but do you miss it?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Yes,” he said.

“No,” he replied. “I miss my company and my friends. But there’s something here that I can’t find there.”

I watched him as he swayed to the music, humming along with the instruments.

“What would that be?” I asked him.

He looked at me thoughtfully and held out his hand for me to take. I stared at it, feeling hesitant and unsure if I should accept. He noticed my uncertainty and gave me a reassuring smile.

He had a wide, boyish grin that made me smile back. I took his hand, letting him pull me into his embrace. He wrapped an arm around my waist, keeping me close against him, while he held my other hand tightly.

We danced gently to the music. He twirled me around and pulled me back into his arms.

“You,” he said with a smile, dipping me low. I leaned my head back as he held me, feeling the moment sweep over us. It was a beautiful dance, filled with laughter and joy.

I turned back towards him, and we kept swaying together. Our dancing drew the attention of others around us. They watched us with smiles on their faces.