A week later, Ava finally completed the restoration of the Civil War-era oil painting.
She called Stella and asked her to arrange for someone to pick it up and deliver it to the museum where it would soon be displayed.
The thought that her work would be exhibited in a museum—her name listed under the restoration credits—filled her with a deep sense of pride. The painting would be preserved and passed down for generations to come.
She imagined bringing her future child to that museum one day, pointing at the painting and saying, "Your mom restored that."
Just the thought brought a smile to her face.
She gently touched her flat stomach. She and Liam had been trying for a while, but there'd been no sign of pregnancy yet.
Still, these things couldn't be rushed.
Besides, she was about to begin her apprenticeship with James Lee to learn the art of restoring ancient ceramics—a long, arduous process. It wouldn't leave her much free time.
