Mallory POV:

I looked at the girl in the mirror not able to recognize her. She's wearing a white evening gown with diamonds dancing around her neck and face looking flawless even with minimum makeup. "Beautiful!" a voice whispered into my ears as my fiancéhugged me from behind and we both admire our reflections in the mirror.

"And you're the handsomest men I've laid eyes on" I said as I turned and kissed him.

"Let's go so I can show the world that l won the most precious Jewel the world has ever owned"

He said as he took my hand and led me out of the room.

We stood outside the door of the ballroom waiting to be called in.

"Everybody rise and welcome soon to be Mr and Mrs. Darken Tucks"

The big door opens and I hear people clapping and cheering as we walked out into the ballroom

We walked up to the stage and Draken took the mic away from the mc.

"Mallory Henson I've loved you all my life. Before this night goes any further I would like to share to the world what I see when my eyes are on this amazing woman beside me. "

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"Mommy mommy up up! Is otay" I heard my 2 years old son said as he hugged my face to his on the side of the bed.

"Jus a dweam…I here…you safe" he cooed as he ran his tiny soft fingers through my hair trying to calm me down. I've never felt loved and safe than in my own babies arms tiny arms.

"As thank you baby and I'm sorry I woke you up" I said as I lifted him onto the bed with me.

"Is otay" he said and cuddled up next to me.

"I love you baby" I said and kissed his head.

"I wove you too mommy. I sleep now" he said and went back to sleep.

I looked at him and just don't know what I would've done without him. He's the love of my life and my everything. Finally all the thoughts from 3 years ago fade away and I slept peacefully next to my baby, Cairo.

*Ring* *ring*

I picked up the phone before it wakes my son.

"Hello" I said quietly into the phone.

"Hello, may I please speak with Mallory Henson" replied a chirpy female voice.

"Mallory speaking. May I ask who this is?"

" oh hello! I'm Krista Dale calling from Johnson and Co. My boss was at your gallery opening last Sunday and wanted to purchase 2 of your paintings, however, was informed that they were not for sale. The paintings "Midnight Sorrow" and "The Weeping Lover" both were touching art that brought alot of emotions to Mr. Johnson and he felt connected to his mother looking at the paintings. He asks humbly if you could consider selling it and he will purchase at any price." The lady begged from the other side of the phone.

"I don't know what to say" I said speechless because they were the paintings I put all my anger and hurt in three years ago and I never put it up for sale because I didn't think anyone would want to buy it with all the darkness and anger displayed on the canvas.

"Please say yes. He has been Stone cold for 5 years since Mrs Johnson passed and after the opening he started to slowly become the Cody I met 10 years ago. " The girl said longingly into the phone as it her life depended on my answer and from the way she's begging any fool would know that she's in love with this Cody guy.

It brought tears to my eyes knowing my art changed a persons life for the good.

"Please let your boss know that I'm not selling it" I finally said after calming my emotions.

" Ms. Henson -"

" I'll giving it to him as a gift" I said.

" oh my God really?" she almost shouted into the phone.

" yes it's the least I could do for someone who's been in pain for so long. I hope this art can bring him more closer to his mom in his heart and start being himself again." I said genuinely feeling happy.

"But it doesn't have to be free" she said.

" No I mean it. But on one condition. Allow me to bring the paintings myself " I said

"It's just that I'm emotionally attached to these paintingsand would like to meet its new home before I say goodbye to it" I said feeling tears well up again.

"Very well, I'll let Mr. Johnson know " she said.

"One last thing. Where should I be bringing this painting?" I asked when I realized I didn't know where I should be going.

"LA" she said and I froze.

All those memories coming back like a storm. Destructive and out of my control. The place where all my dignity was stripped, my name stepped on and my heart shattered.

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