The atmosphere in the auction hall was electric, filled with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and the murmurs of art enthusiasts bidding on rare pieces. Georgiana sat next to Arthur, her heart light with the thrill of the evening. They were in their own world, laughing and sharing anecdotes, flitting between conversations with other guests.
“Did you see that painting?” she said, her eyes wide. “It looks like something out of a dream!”
Arthur chuckled, a genuine smile lighting up his face. “Right? If only I could afford it. I’d hang it in my living room and stare at it every day.”
Just as she was about to respond, his phone rang. He pulled it out, and Georgiana noticed the shift in his expression. The lightness faded; his face went slightly pale. “Excuse me, please,” he said, hi
