Don't believe him.
Call his bluff.
"Ma'am, are you alright?"
Nicolette turned to face the lady with the brown hair. "I am," she said, forcing a smile. Her grip on her phone tightened as she adjusted her gown.
She was trying so hard not to pay attention to the panic brewing inside her.
Ronald wouldn't do it.
He knew how important Annica's job had been. How much her having credits for her work mattered. That was the only reason Nicolette had held back from pushing her mother's art.
She had been looking for the money, the right revenue stream to support it, when she finally decided to bring the drawings to life.
Ronald knew that too.
He knew how important Annica's art was to her before her death.
He wouldn't do it.
The thought settled inside her, calming her nerves. She exhaled, then turned to her reflection.
"We're all done here, ma'am," the lady with box braids said as she began to pack up their workstation.
"Thank you guys so much," Nicolette said, smiling.
