New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 29 Sunshine art club

Claire and Matthew arrived at the art club, a small and cozy place that Claire had seen in an old photo from her mother's album. Stepping out of the car, Claire held the photo in her hands, comparing it to the building before her. "This is it," Claire murmured, more to herself than to Matthew, as she looked at the photo once more before tucking it back into her bag

As they approached the entrance, Claire hesitated for a moment, feeling a rush of emotions. She took a deep breath, composed herself, and then knocked on the door.

A woman in her late 50s opened the door, her warm smile putting Claire at ease. "Hello there, how can I help you?"

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"Is this the Sunshine Art Club?" Claire asked, her voice tinged with anticipation

The woman nodded. "Yes, it is. Welcome!"

Claire extended her hand, introducing herself. "I'm Claire Peterson."

The woman's eyes widened in recognition. "Peterson... Are you Mary's daughter?"

Claire nodded, a mixture of surprise and relief washing over her. "Yes, I am. Do you know my mother?"

the woman greeted

The woman's smile widened, and she pulled Claire into a hug. "Oh, Mary was such a lovely soul. I'm Liz, and I run this art club" Claire returned the hug, feeling a sense of connection. "Nice to meet you, Liz. This is Matthew," she said, gesturing to her companion. Liz greeted Matthew warmly before inviting them inside. Once they were settled, Liz asked Claire about her visit.

"Why are you here, Claire?" Liz inquired gently.

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Claire explained, "My mother asked me to help fund the art club. It was her last wish. I wanted to see the place for myself and her wish."

Liz nodded understandingly. "Your mother loved this place. She spent countless hours here, bringing joy to the children." Claire's eyes softened as she listened. "I accidentally found a letter from my mom where she mentioned the art club. It was like of her life I didn't know about."

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Liz smiled fondly. "Mary was passionate about art and children. She loved surprising the kids with toys, paints, and everything that could make them happy."

Liz led Claire through the bustling halls of the community center, where children's laughter and the sound of creativity filled the air. Some kids were engrossed in playful games, while others were busy creating colorful art pieces.

Claire's eyes lit up as she took in the lively atmosphere. "This place is amazing, Liz," she remarked.

"I'm glad you think so. Wait till you see the art these kids create."

They approached a corner where several paintings adorned the walls. Claire paused in front of a particularly striking piece-a vibrant, abstract painting that seemed to burst with emotion.

"Wow, this is incredible," Claire murmured, her gaze fixed on the artwork.

Liz nodded proudly. "Would you believe me if I told you a nine-year-old painted that?"

Claire's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "No way! That's unbelievable."

"It's true," Liz confirmed. "These kids have such raw talent. It's a shame that their work

work doesn't get the recognition it deserves."

As they continued their tour, Liz showed Claire a variety of paintings, each one unique and telling a different story. Claire was captivated by the colors, textures, and emotions conveyed in each piece.

Then, they came upon a painting displayed prominently in a frame at the center of the hall. Claire's breath caught as she studied it-a breathtaking landscape with intricate details and a sense of depth that drew her in. "Who painted this?" Claire asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

Liz smiled softly. "That's Mary's work"

"My mom painted this? I had no idea she had su

such talent."

"It's a beautiful painting, Claire." Said Matthew who admire the painting beside her.

"Mary is an amazing artist. This painting has inspired many of the children here to explore their own creativity"

A spark of determination lit up Claire's eyes as she turned to Liz. "What do you think about organizing a charity event that also doubles as an art exhibition? We can showcase the children's paintings and raise funds for the art club," "That's a fantastic idea, Claire. But what it no one shows up to the exhibition? The kids might feel disappointed."

Claire placed a reassuring hand on Liz's shoulder. "Don't worry, Liz. I'll handle the promotion and outreach. We'll make sure plenty of people come to appreciate and support these young, artists."

Liz smiled, her doubts easing. "Alright, let's make it happen. I'll start preparing the paintings for the exhibition."

Liz took her leave as she already had in mind which painting she would showcase.

As Liz lett, Matthew, one of Claire's trusted advisors, turned to her with a curious expression. "Claire, how do you plan to ensure that people will attend the event? We need a strategy to attract guests and make the event successful."

Claire didn't hesitate. She pulled out her phone and dialed Sandra, her efficient secretary. "Sandra, I need you to arrange for a suitable building to host an art exhibition. And I want you to arrange the music, food and the decoration for the charity event." she instructed swiftly.

"Noted, Ms. Peterson." While Sandra took notes and promised to handle the logistics, Claire turned back to Matthew

"Matthew, I'll provide you with a list of potential guests. I want you to invite them anonymously, so they'll feel compelled to attend without any pressure

Matthew nodded, impressed by Claire's proactive approach. "That's a great start, but we also need something to entice these guests to stay and engage with the event. Perhaps a notable figure or celebrity?"

Claire's eyes lit up as she recalled a conversation she had recently. She dialed Eric's number, a well-connected friend who had a knack for making things happen.

As they walked out of the place, Claire waited for Eric to pick up the call. "Eric, it's Claire. Do you have a moment?"

Eric's voice came through the line, filled with warmth. "Of course, Claire. What can I do for you?"

Claire wasted no time. "I need to know Anna's schedule for this week."

Eric quickly checked and replied, "She's free. Why do you ask?"

Claire's smile widened. "I'd like you to invite her to our charity art event. It'll be a great opportunity for her to support a good cause and mingle with influential individuals." "That sounds wonderful. I'll make sure she receives the invitation."

"Also, Eric, can you arrange for a headline news piece about the charity event? I want it on the front page of major online platforms to generate buzz and draw in more attendees." Eric's enthusiasm matched Claire's. "Consider it done, Claire."

"Thanks, Eric." Claire shoved her phone and sighed. "This is it, Matt. I'm really doing this."

"Claire, your mom would be so proud of what you've accomplished for this event,"

Claire's smile widened at Matthew's words. "Thank you, Matthew. It means a lot to hear that," she replied gratefully, her heart swelling with pride.

"We're just two days away from the event. I need everything to run smoothly. I can't disappoint her."

"Don't worry, Claire. I will take care of everything and double checking every detail. Sandra and I got it covered."

"I trust you, Matt,"