Chapter 110
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Zina strolled along the display stands, her eyes lingering on the treasures inside the glass cases. Thoughts blossomed in her mind as she took in each piece.
To her, these weren’t just objects; they were works of art with a soul, each one revealing the artist’s true thoughts. That was what made them truly valuable.
“Are you checking out this watch? What a coincidence, it’s actually one of my creations. Why not pick something straight from my collection?
Lisette had been wondering where to start, but when she spotted Zina standing right in front of her work, her eyes lit up and she walked over without hesitation
Zina turned around and nodded. “Sure, I happen to really like these pieces too.”
‘I didn’t expect her to actually have some real skill Zina thought to herself.
Zina had already looked over most of the other pieces, but only the ones in this display case seemed worth a closer look. To Zina’s shock, they were Lisette’s work after all.
Zina glanced at Lisette again, a hint of curiosity flickering in her eyes.
“Let’s start with this one. Why don’t you go first Lisette pointed to the case where a unicorn soared skyward, arched one eyebrow at Zina, and let the provocation in her eyes peak.
“Sure,” Zina replied. She stepped closer, studying the piece intently. Words flowed from her lips without hesitation.
She began, “It’s truly a striking piece. The unicorn bursts into the sky, its wings and the clouds weaving a shimmering arch that resembles a gateway to a higher realm.
“Yet the wings are only dawn–light made visible–ephemeral–so the ascent is, after all, a fragile dream. Still, the theme of transcendence it conveys is deeply moving.”
Lisette lifted her chin proudly as she listened to Zina’s words. She had always prided herself on her impressive designs, and it seemed Zina actually had some real skill, too; her interpretation was surprisingly
spot–on.
Lisette was just basking in her satisfaction when Zina’s next words caught her completely off guard. “It’s just a pity; there’s a flaw.”
“What do you mean by that?” Lisette met Zina’s steady gaze, so angry her chest heaved.
“Who are you to say there’s a flaw in my work? This piece was called perfect by several international masters,” she snapped.
If it had been any other piece, Lisette might have let Zina show off and say whatever she wanted, but not this
one.
This was her first–place winner from an international competition; even Lisette’s mentor had praised her
