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!

–

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?”

They came to an art exhibit, yet couldn’t distinguish between watercolor and oil paintings.

His profound understanding of the spirit of the art infuses his oil paintings with

painting, tilting her head,

ethereality, much less the unspeakable gravity. To her,

confusion, Lorna

three days and found her learning ability astonishing. Cordelia could grasp the technical aspects of painting instantly, but her paintings

work with no difference from the original, but

her, saying, “Painting is just a hobby for Lia, don’t be too hard

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 herself to do more than

of cows. His works are filled with the sounds of

pleasant to listen to Raised in a scholarly family, she had

She loved art but knew little about it, as there had been too many things to

was a saying, “One’s inner developing naturally exudes literary grace,” which Mrs. Brown had always

of her depth in high society. But to Mrs. Brown, Lorna seemed

showiness, only added to her appeal. As Lorna shared her insightful views on

realizing it, she joined their discussion.

her phone buzzed. She checked it and saw a message from the Painter,

the

Painter, “Which painting?”

and texted back, “The

Painter, ‘Good.”

that ‘good,” wondering if the Painter was coming to meet them, Fanny patrolled the venue with her staff, ready to address any

and her group, Fanny’s face tightened. She thought for a moment, then gestured

moved through the exhibit slowly, Lorna was in the midst of explaining a painting’s meaning, the sparse brushwork and dry ink invoke

Brown nodded in agreement, caught

cocked her head, struggling to