At times, she was afraid of talking too much and annoying others.

There was air conditioning in the exhibition hall, and it was not too cold. As she looked at the paintings, Madelyn kept her eyes peeled, not wanting to miss even a single detail.

Edward's art surprised and shocked her. The paintings had an almost lifelike warmth. Be it the landscape, portraits, all of them looked so real...

Each of the paintings were framed and there were guards standing everywhere, not allowing people to get too close. This was because every single one of these paintings here could go for astronomical prices in auctions.

"Isn't his art just so amazing?"

"Do you like them?" Ethan asked her.

"I first saw his art when I was eight. I climbed up onto my mother's book rack and it collapsed, so I was buried in a pile of books and saw a picture from one of the fallen books. It was a photo of one of Mr. Edward's paintings called the World of Fantasies.

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