Chapter 171

Megan's POV

The next morning, I woke up feeling different. Max had asked me to come and visit his studio that day to check out the new series he had been working on. It was his newest brainchild for which I knew the inspiration lay in my journey. Walking to his studio, so many thoughts were going on in my head about what I could see.

When I arrived, Max was smiling at the door. "Hey, Megan. Ready to check out the work?"

"Absolutely," I said, thrilled and incredibly nervous.

He let me in; right away, a smell something like paint and canvas hit me. His studio was almost a haven of creativity; paintings existed everywhere on the walls in several stages of completion. Max led me to a covered canvas in the middle of the room.

"This is the first piece I want you to see," he said and removed the cloth with a flourish.

The painting emerged, and I gasped. It was such a fine portrait of me, not just a portrait. In it, I could see much of my