Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 130

Cordelias e–ticket had already been scanned on her phone.

The security guard addressed Lorna with a nod. “You’re good to go in, ma’am.”

Lorna’s eyes widened in disbelief. She even glanced at Cordelia’s phone incredulously and questioned, “Is this ticket for real?”

The guard nodded affirmatively. “Yes, please enter and don’t hold up the line.”

Lorna, still in shock, followed Cordelia past the barriers, finally catching on. She turned back with a grin to Rachel who was still outside, “Oh, Lia got us six tickets. We could’ve taken you in with us, but since you’ve got your own, looks like you don’t need us! We’ll head on in then, catch ya later!”

With those words, spiked with a hint of sarcasm, Lorna took Cordelia by the hand and they walked deeper into the venue. After greeting Mrs. Brown and exchanging pleasantries, they joined the crowd.

Outside, Rachel paced anxiously. Though she hailed from an affluent family, her interests lay solely in piano, to her, watercolor painting seemed like a tedious pastime, unworthy of her attention. But she didn’t want Lorna to connect with Mrs. Brown so easily after all, those were her personal contacts!

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However, after stewing for a moment, Rachel calmed down. Mrs. Brown was notoriously snobbish and difficult to please. Lorna, the bookworm, would surely fail to impress her, and there was no way she could handle the social graces expected of a lady.

Rachel even mused that Mrs. Brown might find Lorna dull!

Inside the art exhibit.

Mrs. Brown browsed the paintings with a critical eye, glancing at Lorna dismissively. She had heard from Rachel that Lorna was just a commoner who had married into the nouveau riche Delaney family a lineage that the old money crowd didn’t respect.

She had only waited out of politeness, her upbringing preventing her from being outright rude.

After exchanging a few perfunctory words, Mrs. Brown excused herself to view the paintings alone. But after taking a few steps, she overheard Cordelia’s voice, “Mom, is this also a watercolor painting?”

her lip. They came to an art exhibit, yet couldn’t distinguish between watercolor

art infuses his oil paintings with the essence of painting. This piece, filled with longing

at the painting, tilting her

much less the unspeakable gravity. To her,

confusion, Lorna sighed

found her learning ability astonishing. Cordelia could grasp the technical aspects of painting instantly, but her paintings lacked emotion- they were

work with no difference from the original, but her own paintings lack feeling: they’re empty. She could be

saying, “Painting is just a hobby for Lia, don’t be too hard on her. It’s not

do was nod, though she couldn’t help but feel that someone as intelligent as Cordelia was capable of more So, she took it upon

filled with the sounds of nature, with a profound and powerful use of ink

to listen to Raised in a scholarly family, she had

Lorna’s commentary. She loved art but knew little about it, as there had been too many things to learn when she was younger. She wasn’t as well–versed as

literary grace,” which Mrs. Brown had always found abstract. But now, following Lorna,

described Sanderson’s wife as a simple woman, prone to tears and out of her depth in

without a hint of showiness, only added to her appeal. As Lorna shared her insightful views on each painting,

it, she

intently when her phone buzzed. She checked it and

the

Painter, “Which painting?”

looked up and texted back, “The

Painter, ‘Good.”

Cordelia pondered the meaning of that ‘good,” wondering if the Painter was coming to meet them, Fanny patrolled the venue with her staff, ready to address any issues that arose.

Fanny’s face tightened. She thought for a moment, then gestured to a staff member

midst of explaining a painting’s meaning, the sparse brushwork and dry

agreement, caught

her head, struggling to see the