Her men smiled at her.
“Seems you had a fan or two from the start, Rose,” Rome said and looked at Mercury.
“You bought my painting? We hardly knew one another, Mercury.”
“Like I said, Rose, maybe you had the love potion from the start.”
She felt the tears reach her eyes as she hugged him tight and then hugged the others, knowing that they believed in her art, her craft from the start. That they were silently supporting her and then fate stepped in and they fell in love. She was never so happy in her entire life and her men were right. She was a survivor in more ways than one, but she fought hard and pulled through and with them in her corner anything was possible.
THE END