Chapter Two “You’re going to be a rich artist one day,” he laughed and stood next to her. “Everyone is asking about you. They want to see your next collection.” Leah knew that Pierre had the ability to be overly dramatic. Pierre was a nice-looking man with jet black hair and the most amazing cool blue eyes she ever had seen. He spoke with a French accent and was very flamboyant. Leah owed a lot to Pierre. When she came to New York City, she was chasing her dreams while pounding the pavement Leah was born and raised Georgia. Just like any teenager, she had dreams and aspirations to become something or someone out in the world. When she left Atlanta for New York, everyone, including her parents, told her she would return soon. She received a partial scholarship to Columbia University, but it was barely enough money to pay for food and books. However, Leah wasn’t going to allow anyone to stand in her destiny, especially her unsupportive family. “Painting is not a really job!” Si
