First love my first love

Emily’s point of view.

            “Mommy, can I go with you to the art exhibition tomorrow?” Olivia said her plea accompanied by a pout and her best puppy-dog eyes that are quite attractive as a result of her hazel eyes. She is an inquisitive and charming thirteen-year-old with a face that has both her parents' features, accompanied by her chestnut hair.

            She is the living proof of her mother's previous relationship with the billionaire tech mogul, Daniel Hartman, despite the pain and heartbreak she endured. Olivia is remarkably curious and intelligent, inheriting her parent’s love for the arts.

            Emily firmly responded, “Olivia, the last time you followed me to an exhibition, you nearly disappeared, and I was worried sick. So, my answer is a definite no,”

            “Mommy, please” Olivia implored, her eyes filled with earnest longing.

            “Fine!” She breathed out, “You can come with me, but you'll be under my constant supervision. No asking, ‘Mommy, can I go see this?’”

            “Thank you so much, mommy. I love, love, love, you so much,” Olivia said, dancing in excitement as she made her way out of the art studio.

            Emily chuckled and she proceeded to admire her artwork.

            She sighed with satisfaction, appreciating her creation. Approaching the place where she had hung them, she gently touched the artwork, admiring it with a sense of contentment.

            “They're beautiful,” Sarah said softly as she walked in, catching Emily by surprise.

            Startled by the sudden sound of her voice, Emily responded, “Don't sneak up on me like that, girl,” playfully feigning annoyance.

            Sarah chuckled, saying, “You’re so skittish, Emily.”

            “Whatever. You always manage to get on my nerves,” Emily retorted with a hint of humor.

            “What are best friends for?” Sarah said with a playful tone.

            Emily quipped with a knowing smile, acknowledging the quirks and occasional annoyances that come with their close bond.

            “You know there are chances that you’d run into him right?” Sarah inquired, hinting at the potential encounter.

            “I know, Sarah. Please, don't remind me. I'd rather not think about it,” she replied, clearly uncomfortable with the idea.

            “I mean, you can always attend another art exhibition other than this one being sponsored by him,” Sarah said, her voice filled with concern.

            Turning abruptly to face her friend, shocked by her words, she questioned, “What? Are you serious right now?” She continued, “You know how much of a struggling artist I am, I juggle between my two part-time jobs and this art as well. This could be a chance for recognition, and that's all I want - to succeed and be able to cover my bills without burdening you or anyone else!”

            “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I was just genuinely concerned for you,” Emily pleaded, her face reflecting sincere remorse.

            “You can do better, Sarah. Encourage me, tell me you'll be there with me, support me. That's all I need from you, and not to get on my nerves,” Emily pleaded.

            Reaching out to give her a warm and heartfelt embrace, “I'm sorry,” Sarah whispered, expressing her sincere apology and understanding.