When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

As expected, the art gallery was packed with guests. We seemed to be a little out of place, being the only ones who showed up with the whole family.

Nathaniel was busy entertaining his other guests, so we decided to look around the gallery ourselves.

The gallery adopted the Epea architectural style from the last century. Its lobby with vaulted ceiling introduced a historic charm to the place. Under such an atmosphere, the oil paintings on the wall seemed to be veiled by a sense of mystery.

Standing in the middle of the lobby, John fixed his eyes on the Mona Lisa’s smile and gauged its authenticity. “Do you guys think it’s authentic or fake?”

“I suppose it’s authentic,” I blurted out. “Those who show up today are all prominent figures. Besides, Nathaniel is rich. I don’t think he would display a reproduction in his gallery.”

“What do you think?” John asked Ashton.

“Well, it can be authentic, and it can be fake. Actually, the oil paintings themselves have no value. They only gain popularity and rise in value because they are much sought after. To some extent, it is an excellent marketing tactic by attaching the artists’ feelings and life experiences to the artworks.”

asking you if the painting is authentic.” John grew

Audrey up and then replied nonchalantly, “Well, that depends on

at the

us shared a look

it seemed. It was a high-risk investment, just like stone gambling and stock investment, which could make

the few who got to

minutes, the excitation when we first stepped foot in the gallery faded away. After all, we were not art

the end, Ashton brought the energetic Audrey outside the villa as

me company. Later, he went outside to answer a call

a place to rest, Nathaniel’s voice rang out, “Scarlett, do you think this painting is portraying the

hearing his voice. Soon, I realized he was talking about the

waves, a distant view from the seaside. At first glance, one couldn’t really tell