I took the glass Tommy handed me and downed its contents, feeling the heat slide down my throat, it ignited a fiery courage within me.
"Carmela, that's alcohol," his voice reached me, and I met his gaze, nodding. "I know. I need something to boost my courage... How does this party work?" My eyes scanned the guests, but they remained fixed on Mr. Dean.
"The person who selects your painting seeks you out and asks about the piece. You explain the meaning behind your work to them, your inspiration or what ever just give them an answer to what ever they ask.." Tommy explained.
"Just that?" I interrupted, catching him nod his head. "A lot happens at these parties. Make sure you find yourself a partner before it reaches its peak," he face met with a mischievous grin.
"Things like?" I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
