As the days progressed, Fara's panic seemed to grow exponentially. Ziggy's invitation to his exhibition wasn't something she could ignore, but the thought of attending filled her with nerves. It wasn't as though she hadn't been to exhibitions before, but this wasn't just any exhibition. It was Ziggy's. That fact alone added a weight to the event she couldn't shake.
Her wardrobe became the battleground for her anxieties. She oscillated between wanting to wear something extraordinary to make an impression and leaning toward something casual to seem effortless. By midweek, she had half her closet strewn across her penthouse, and still, nothing felt right. The frustration mounted until she decided she needed a distraction, a reason to leave the house and clear her head.
