Olivia
I stepped into the Council building just as the sun was beginning its descent toward the horizon.
Everything was going to plan; the auction would begin in a little under an hour, and everything was prepared. The signs and flyers, which had been posted all over town and mailed to every resident, had attracted a lot of attention.
Already, the town was filling with people from neighboring areas, those who were coming in anticipation of Dianna Miller’s works. Soon, the auction was bound to be a success.
It had to be.
“Olivia!” Ashley called out, her face lighting up as she approached. “You’re here! Everything is coming together beautifully.”
“You can say that again,” I said, my heels clicking on the floor as I approached. “The place looks great.”
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