Isabella Weaver sat in the last row of the bus, staring blankly at the fifty-thousand-dollar check in her hand.
Was her painting really that good?
A single painting was worth as much as a year's hard work at her part-time job!
Had she been wasting her talents all those years by spending most of her time doing part-time jobs?
It seemed that she needed to shift her focus in the future.
The sky had turned completely dark, yet Isabella's mood was as radiant as the sun, even though her eyelid kept twitching, she didn't mind.
She felt immense gratitude towards the person who bought her painting; they not only provided financial support but also affirmed her talent, giving her confidence like never before!
She carefully put the check away, smiling as she headed to the seafood noodle restaurant where she had lunch with Harry Hunter earlier.
"Boss, I'd like a bowl of the signature seafood noodles, with an extra portion of shrimp! I want the big ones!"
