Alan York was Regalia's most renowned calligrapher. His achievements in the field were unparalleled, and the few works he left behind before his passing were invaluable masterpieces. Nobody had expected Lizzie, the lady of the Finch family, to be Alan's student. After all, Alan never just took on any student. Only those with true talent could earn his mentorship.
Upon hearing this revelation, the guests regarded Lizzie with newfound admiration. After all, she was still the lady of the Finch family, and despite the buzz around Rose, who was the daughter of the Lerain Group's Xanth family, Lizzie's importance couldn't be entirely overlooked.
The Finch family still held significant weight, and everyone present knew when to show the appropriate deference.
It was evident that Eleanor had intentionally brought up Lizzie's calligraphy skills, and the guests looked forward to witnessing them.
"Who could have guessed that Mrs. Finch was Alan's student? Her calligraphy must be exquisite!" one guest exclaimed.
"Indeed. Who knows? We might even be fortunate enough to witness a masterpiece tonight," another added eagerly.
All eyes turned toward Lizzie, eager to see her demonstrate her skills. Eleanor was particularly pleased with how her plans were coming together perfectly.
Naturally, Lizzie knew exactly what Eleanor was doing, and she couldn't afford to let Eleanor's intentions fall flat in front of so many people.
"Mom, should I give a demonstration?" Lizzie asked, adopting an air of modesty.
"Yes, of course! Let's see your skills," Eleanor replied, her face glowing with satisfaction.
Upon hearing Eleanor's subtle cue, the helpers swiftly brought out some top-quality brushes, ink, paper, and an expansive desk. Their efficiency was a testament to the Finch family's influence.
The orchestrated nature of this calligraphy display was evident, and the guests couldn't help but wonder who Eleanor intended to impress.
Their gazes shifted toward one figure in unison. Eleanor's focus on currying favor with the distinguished figure from the Lerain Group couldn't have been more obvious.
The gathering crowd who harbored similar intentions took mental notes, while others discreetly messaged their assistants to acquire calligraphy masterpieces as potential gifts.
Rose also noted Eleanor's favoritism toward Elijah. Standing beside him, she commented, "You like calligraphy? What a coincidence. My mother does too."
In Rose's childhood memories, her mother's study was always filled with the scent of ink, brushes, and paper.
elegant, artistic expression that left a lasting impression on anyone who
thoughts too, perhaps recalling the woman he had loved so deeply.
so I learned to love
had drawn him to the gentle arts. Rose was taken aback by his response, turning to look at her father in awe. A smile slowly spread
"How wonderful."
because of that, she had never questioned whether she was truly his daughter. Rose had simply accepted that she wasn't the
she could feel the depth of his love for her mother.
a product of
his eyes filled with
on her brow as her expression turned pensive. "But
the manor that day under the guise of viewing an evening gown. Rose
both Elijah
spoiling her, cherishing every moment they could spend together If they had known she would
at
that day, they
precisely what
guilt. Eleanor now had the perfect opportunity to curry favor with
understood exactly what Rose was thinking. As for Eleanor's ambitions, he didn't mind. His priority was simply spending time with his daughter. Gently patting Rose's hand, he reassured her, "Don't worry, it's no trouble at all." Meanwhile, Eleanor wasn't pleased
Rose and Elijah's attention. They exchanged glances before turning to look at Lizzie, who was poised at the writing
with a nod, but as she lowered her gaze back to the paper, her eyes caught sight of someone at the crowd's edge. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment. Carl quickly masked the momentary yearning in his gaze before vanishing into
focused on Lizzie. This was the perfect moment. Within the crowd, Lizzie's brushstrokes danced, leaving an elegant trail of ink on the paper. Her calligraphy was both graceful
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line, a glint of recognition flashed in his eyes. Standing beside Rose, Clover's expression shifted visibly, a frown creasing
help but wonder how they knew Elijah was searching for the Lindisfarne
a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes. Her writing may have seemed remarkable to the untrained eye, but compared to the piece Elijah had treasured for years, it fell far short. Even against Elijah's own calligraphy, it was like comparing
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