In Love, Never Say Never

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.”

I’m asking you if the painting is authentic.” John grew serious as he

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

left with Audrey to look at the other paintings, leaving

a look

The art industry was not as simple as it seemed. It was a high-risk investment, just like stone gambling and stock investment, which could make

art gallery, he must be one of the few who got to lay down

stepped foot in the gallery faded away. After

energetic Audrey outside the villa as the latter might prefer

to answer a call from M Country

a while. As I decided to find a place to rest,

upon hearing his voice. Soon, I realized he was

seaside. At first glance, one couldn’t really tell if they were ebb or