Three days later at the Milai Art Museum.
Crystal chandeliers fractured the exhibition hall into geometric diamonds of light and shadow. Chen Shuman, dressed in a haute couture mint-green gown, moved with the faint shimmering of diamond hair accessories. She stood before her most prized oil painting, recounting her creative inspiration to the guests gathered around her.
As soon as she finished speaking, a woman nearby clutched her chest with dramatic flair, her Chanel hem sweeping across the Persian carpet. "The composition is simply breathtaking. Miss Shuman’s mastery of light and shadow is so profound that even Monet would feel inferior."
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