Chapter 130: Her Elegance on Trial
It was evening when Aveline arrived with her family at the private museum. Since the exhibit wasn’t really made for upscale society, the moment they stepped inside, the hall went unbelievably quiet.
It was so silent that even Aveline’s soft voice was loud enough to reach many people. They ignored the attention and went through all the artworks, studying them, admiring them, and moving to the next one.
Only when they entered the room where Aveline’s art was displayed did they realize she alone had her work between four walls, with low lighting and a compact space.
People inside moved away as the Laurents entered. Margaret and Henry were in awe while Charles smiled, shoving his hands into his pockets. It wasn’t the first time Charles had attended her exhibit; every time, she used different names. So he wasn’t as surprised as his parents.
When they read the label, it was easy for them to guess who ’Him’ was. Before they could look toward her, Aveline turned around and fled the room.
However, she froze when she saw people staring at them and murmuring with looks of displeasure.
Aveline remained silent, her heart pounding.
Her gaze shifted when an organizer came rushing inside with some of the contestants.
A young woman in her twenties, jaw tense and brows drawn, stepped forward with a scoff. "She wasn’t the one who arranged the art! I was here since morning—I didn’t see her once."
A man beside her, wearing fogged-up glasses with fury in his eyes, snapped, "She walked in with her family like she owned the place. Of course, she paid her way in!"
Another woman, arms tightly crossed, shot a glare toward the Laurents. "I spent three months preparing for this. And she gets her own room? Her own lighting? This is nepotism at its finest."
A tall man jabbed a finger through the air. "If you don’t disqualify her, we’ll walk out. This whole thing’s a farce if she wins."