Tia Morgan was the kind of woman who commanded attention without trying. At thirty-four, she had already won 95% of her cases in Beauregard, a city where her last name carried weight. Her parents, Doug and Sheryl Morgan, had built a legacy of humanitarian work and excellence, and while she adored them, she wanted something of her own.
She loved the law—arguing cases in the courtroom was a thrill—but her true passion had always been art. She had spent her teenage years with paint-stained hands, winning awards for her abstract portraits. But passion didn’t always pay the bills, so she became an attorney. Still, the dream of owning an art gallery never faded.
One evening, after a long day at the courthouse, Tia decided to step into The Hollow, a small underground gallery that featured emerging Black artists. She admired the raw talent displayed on the walls—bold strokes of color, emotion spilling onto canvases. As she studied a vibrant piece, a deep voice interrupted her thoughts.
“You have good taste,” the man said.
She turned to find a tall, strikingly handsome man beside her. He had deep brown skin, sharp cheekbones, and a confident but warm smile.
“It’s a beautiful piece,” she replied. “The movement, the texture—it tells a story.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You sound like someone who knows art.”
“I do.” She smirked. “And law.”
His eyes lit up. “So, you’re the infamous Tia Morgan?”
Her curiosity piqued. “And you are?”
“Nick Robinson. Attorney, adventurer, and lover of all things unpredictable.”
She chuckled. “Adventurer?”
“I believe life should be lived outside of the lines,” he said, flashing a daring grin.
Something about him intrigued her. She was used to men who were either intimidated by her success or too rigid for her taste. But Nick had an energy that pulled her in—like he thrived in the unknown.
Over the next few weeks, they spent more time together. He introduced her to rock climbing, late-night drives with no destination, and secret jazz lounges. She took him to underground art shows, letting him experience the raw, unfiltered passion of the artists she wanted to support.
When she finally shared her dream of opening a gallery, he didn’t just listen—he encouraged her. “Why wait? You fight for justice in court, but art is your justice too. Give these artists a platform.”
With his support, she took the leap. She found a space in the heart of Beauregard, curated pieces from talented but overlooked Black artists, and opened Canvas & Soul. The opening night was a masterpiece itself—her two worlds blending seamlessly. Judges, attorneys, and creatives gathered in one space, celebrating Black art and expression.
And in the center of it all, was Nick—watching her with admiration, the same way she looked at a perfect painting.
For the first time in a long time, Tia felt complete. She had her career, her passion, and a man who was just as adventurous as she was.
She had finally found her balance—both in law and love.
Thee Juju Aura 