"Hello, I'm Violet. It's nice to meet you," said a young woman, petite in stature, as she sat across from Camilla at the elegant mahogany dining table."The pleasure is mine," Camilla responded, returning a warm smile.""Hi, I'm Clara," introduced a woman with short, vibrant red hair."I'm a huge admirer of your work. Your designs have been a constant source of inspiration for me. Your fashion sense and unique style are truly exceptional." She spoke with reverence, her gaze fixed on Camilla with admiration.Before Camilla had a chance to reply, Alexander interjected, clearing his throat to get their attention."Excuse me," he said, directing a look of slight annoyance towards Clara."What's the matter, Alexander? Can't hold your horses for dessert?" Clara teased, turning her attention away from Camilla."Oh, hush already," Alexander replied, rolling his eyes in annoyance."Why must you always be so vulgar?" Clara asked, her expression turning into a frown."Because it's just who I am,

Isabel gestured towards Camilla and Alexander as they entered the packed hall where an art auction was about to commence. "Over here." She said, beckoning them to her reserved seat near the podium with a wave.Isabel beamed with joy as Camilla and Alexander approached.She rose from her seat, walked over and embraced them both with a warm hug. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation."I'm thrilled you could make it," Isabel said, turning to Camilla. "You look stunning, by the way. That floral dress is beautiful on you." She complimented her.Camilla gracefully accepted Isabel's compliment with a blush and a sincere smile. "I couldn't miss this after promising your grandmother. It would have been impolite," she replied.Isabel nodded in agreement. "Yeah."Turning her attention to the crowd, Camilla asked, "Speaking of which, where is she?"Isabel also scanned the room, searching for her grandmother. "I think she'll be a bit late," she said uncertainly.Camilla expressed her disappointmen

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached the conclusion of our art display for today with yet another stunning piece by the owner of our host gallery, Mr. Reynold Becknard. Please join me in welcoming him as he shares his allegorical painting of a woman and provides us with his thoughts behind it."A round of applause fills the room as Reynold steps up to the stage, eyes shining with pride.The auctioneer invites Reynold to the center and with a humble smile, Reynold takes a deep breath and speaks, "Thank you all." He quiets the applause."This painting embodies the strength and elegance of women everywhere. The depicted woman symbolizes the resilience and perseverance inherent in all women. It's a homage to the inspiring women in my life, particularly my mother and wife."Reynold pauses, surveying the audience with a warm gaze, lingering on the artwork.He continues, "Every brushstroke and color was meticulously selected to embody the essence of femininity and the significant impact wo

"You Bastard... How dare you!" Alexander growled in anger, ready to deliver another blow to John who was trying to get up, blood dripping from his mouth and nose.However, he was stopped by Reynold, Charles, and several other men who had rushed out of the hall along with everyone else who had been there, drawn by the commotion and noise outside.The crowd had gathered around them, with cameras flashing everywhere.The commotion was intense, and it seemed as though everyone was trying to get a glimpse of the situation."What on earth is happening here?" Harriet spoke, clearly agitated by the scene involving her grandson."You should ask your grandson, old woman!" John yelled, holding his bleeding nose in pain. "He started it!""You liar! You provoked him!" Camilla retorted, visibly angry.It was clear she was trying to control herself, not wanting to escalate the already heated situation."Oh, shut up you slut!" John shot back, which was all it took for Alexander to break free from the

A man stood gazing out of the window, his eyes fixed upon the boundless blackness beyond the glass.Detached from the world around him, he felt adrift in a tempest of doubt.His mind was consumed by his life and its uncertain direction.Just then, a gentle arm wrapped around his waist, drew him into a comforting embrace.He didn't need to look to know it was his wife. Her distinct fragrance confirmed her presence."Hi," she whispered softly into his ear. Her hands wandered up under his pyjama shirt, tracing soothing patterns across his skin."You're back," he said simply, his gaze still fixed on the window.She hummed contentedly, her face nuzzling closer to his earlobe.Despite her busy schedule running her modeling agency, Luminous Stars Modeling Agency, Clarissa always tried to spend quality time with her husband and children.However, she often felt that it wasn't enough to make up for the time she had to spend away from them.Clarissa was aware that her husband was probably mad