Serena's POV
I didn't want to pry too much into Maya's London progress, so I gathered a few designers from the studio and headed to Lance's art exhibition instead. The event was being held at a prestigious downtown art gallery—quite the grand affair.
Lance Draven's name alone was enough to draw a significant crowd. The designers accompanying me were practically vibrating with excitement. To them, Lance was already a master-level designer, someone they deeply admired from afar.
After entering the gallery, my colleagues dispersed in small groups to explore the exhibition. I wandered deeper inside and found myself drawn to the centerpiece sculpture in the main hall.
Many guests were gathered around this particular work—a stone phoenix with incomplete feathers, its body covered i
