Three years had passed since that warm first night behind the silk curtains of Blackthorne Mansion. Beneath the clear spring sky over Capital City, the courtyard of the National Art Gallery was crowded with critics, international art collectors, and prominent figures eagerly lining up before the main entrance. Today was the most prestigious solo exhibition of the year—a grand event showcasing the finest works of two artist brothers whose names had now become world-renowned: Evander and Azriel.In a corner of the spacious gallery, behind a glass wall overlooking the lush green garden, Isolde stood wearing an elegantly tailored ivory-white blazer suit. Her long brown hair was neatly swept into an updo, radiating the aura of a mature, successful, and confident woman surrounded by a profound sense of inner peace. Beside her, Lucien stood in a black suit without a tie, his hand casually wrapped around his wife's waist, making sure no one disturbed their precious moment.Isolde gazed in awe
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