Hollywood Arts Novels & Stories

The neckline was tight enough that it was a bit stifling, so she loosened the bow a little. Samuel stood up and asked Holly to bring them some fruit juice. As Yvonne reached out to take the drink with both hands, her bag pressed against the loosened ribbon, which landed on a corner of the couch. The drink was cool enough to quench her thirst. Just then, Howard knocked on the door and entered. "The director of the Department of Arts and Culture has arrived, Mr. Hover. Perhaps because he publicly announced his itinerary, both Mr. Ford and Mr. Feland are also here now.

“Are you kidding? I had a blast! We should do this more often.” I nodded. “Definitely. There’s something about art… it just makes everything better.” Holly glanced at her watch and laughed. “I can’t believe we’ve been here all day. Time flies when you’re having fun, huh?” I smiled. “Or when you’re lost in a world of color and imagination.”

Your paintings won't go unsold, Holly. Holly was known in the art world as the "Artistic Virtuoso". She was highly revered in Inverleigh, but the domestic market in Zutriystein has yet to embrace her. Brady was her top-tier agent. He aimed to elevate Holly's prominence in this upcoming auction. He wouldn't let anyone buy her painting. Brady had plans to manage bids up to eighteen million dollars. That would let the wealthy men know about the rise of a new artist. Holly enjoyed a pleasant collaboration with him over and over again. She nodded in agreement.

However, she drove herself to HollyOak Entertainment. HollyOak Entertainment was the largest entertainment company in the world with its huge pool of celebrities, singers, and models. Any popular artists that one could think of was under HollyOak Entertainment or its smaller branches. The company had the best resources and the best people, including PR general manager, Claire Eastly.

Hunter replied, "That's true. I can't even knock on the door in case I scare her. Restoring artwork is a tedious process with very high precision. Something could be ruined with just one mistake." They walked across the wide courtyard before arriving in the living room. The maids served them coffee. After a few sips, Bryce asked, "Where's Holly?" Hunter sipped his coffee, replying leisurely, "She's still busy." "When will she be done?" "It's hard to say. I can't call her out. You have to be patient. It'll be like this for the next few days." Bryce's gaze darkened. He drank his coffee in silence.