SWNOVELS Chapter 130
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?”
Mrs. Brown couldn't help but curl her lip. They came to an art exhibit, yet couldn't
distinguish between watercolor and oil paintings.
As she pondered this, she heard Lorna begin to explain, “This is a piece by a
famous artist. His profound understanding of the spirit of the art infuses his oil
paintings with the essence of painting. This piece, filled with longing for his
homeland, embodies various life sentiments; it’s ethereal and light, yet also
conveys an unspeakable gravity.”
Cordelia looked at the painting, tilting her head, and sighed silently.
She couldn't see the lightness or the ethereality, much less the unspeakable
gravity. To her, the painting just seemed abstract.
Noticing Cordelia’s confusion, Lorna sighed to herself.
She had taught Cordelia watercolor painting for three days and found her
learning ability astonishing. Cordelia could grasp the technical aspects of painting
instantly, but her paintings lacked emotion- they were just trees and flowers
without sentiment.
That morning, Lorna had confided to Mathilda, “Lia could technically teach
painting after just three days. She can replicate any work with no difference from
the original, but her own paintings lack feeling: they're empty. She could be a
great craftsman but never a renowned artist.”
Mathilda had comforted her, saying, “Painting is just a hobby for Lia, don’t be too
hard on her. It's not where her main focus lies.”
All Lorna could 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 teach painting techniques she also shared the emotions and ideas she
saw in the art.
This artist is renowned for his depictions of cows. His works are filled with the
sounds of nature, with a profound and powerful use of ink
Lorna's voice was pleasant to listen to Raised in a scholarly family, she had an
inherent grace and elegance that seemed to calm the soul.
Mrs. Brown found herself unwittingly following along, drawn by 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 Loma, who
had specialized in the subject.
There was a saying, “One’s inner developing naturally exudes literary grace,”
which Mrs. Brown had always found abstract. But now, following Lorna, she felt
transported to an ancient, cultured world.
Rachel had described Sanderson's wife as a simple woman, prone to tears and
out of her depth in high society. But to Mrs. Brown, Lorna seemed quite
formidable.
People are often drawn to those with deep knowledge, and Lorna's humble
demeanor, without a hint of showiness, only added to her appeal. As Lorna
shared her insightful views on each painting, Mrs. Brown's admiration grew.
Without realizing it, she joined their discussion.
Cordelia was listening intently when her phone buzzed. She checked it and saw
a message from the Painter, “Have you arrived?”
Cordelia replied, “At the exhibit now.”
Painter, “Which painting?”
Cordelia looked up and texted back, “The “Water Bamboo Residence.”
Painter, “Good.”
As 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.
When she spotted Lorna and her group, Fanny's face tightened. She thought for
a moment, then gestured to a staff member and whispered something.
The group moved through the exhibit slowly, Lorna was in the midst of explaining
a painting's meaning, the sparse brushwork and dry ink invoke a desolate and
serene ambiance, with a style that’s detached and transcendent...”
Mrs. Brown nodded in agreement, caught up in the description:
Cordelia, however, cocked her head, struggling to see the desolation in the
artwork.
Suddenly, a voice cut through the chatter, “Excuse me, the gallery is a bit
crowded at the moment. Would you mind stepping out?”
The trio turned in unison to see a staffer standing by, exuding an assertive
demeanor.
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too packed and it's affecting the
viewing experience. How about Mrs.
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now? Once the exhibit is over, I'll send
you a personal invitation and you can
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With Fanny stepping in, Lorna immediately understood that this was a jab at her
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Fanny pressed on, “This is an industry event, and I'm sure none of us want to
make a scene, right?”
Lorna's face turned a steely shade of vexation, but what could she do when the
exhibit was Fanny's territory?
Mrs. Brown, with a dark expression, could only look to Lorna for guidance, “Shall
we leave then?”
Lorna nodded in agreement.
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Fanny's face broke into a smug
triumph. So what if Lorna was top of
her class in college? She was still
being pushed around by Fanny now.
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As the group prepared to leave, a sudden unfamiliar voice rang out, “What's
going on here?”
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