The pinnacle of the night came when everyone walked outside and gathered in front of the studio. Heath flipped a switch inside, then came out and pulled on a thin rope, one that Drew had missed when they'd arrived earlier. The canvas tarp covering the sign fell to the ground, and Drew's heart caught in her throat. Illuminated in a soft glow of lights in the dark of the night, her sign—her sign!—shone softly.
Inspiration Dance Academy.
She began to cry all over again.
There was much to work out. There was advertising and building clientele. There was selecting and organizing all her dance classes. There was artwork to put on the wall. There were class fees to decide on and select. And, she thought as she set her jaw determinedly, there was a business contract to be drawn up with Heath in regards to repaying him for his investment. No matter what he said, she would pay him back every last red cent, with interest.
But for now, she was content to stand there on sidewalk, surrounded by her family—for Bunz and the Rileys were under that umbrella as much as her blood relations were—and wrap herself in the arms of a man that she loved with every fiber of her soul, a man who had loved and healed her past the horrific trauma of her past, and given her so much.
As she smiled up into his face, and pulled him down so she could relay her emotion for him with her lips, she knew that God truly lived among them in this land of monsters.