Roxanne's POV
Isaiah just bid two hundred and forty thousand dollars on a painting, and I think he's lost his mind.
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The second half of the auction resumed moments after Camilla's poisonous words, trapping us in our seats. I can barely focus on the pieces being presented. My mind keeps replaying her whisper: "Everyone knows this is an act."
Isaiah's hand finds mine under the table, squeezing gently. But I can feel the tension radiating off him, the anger wrapped tight in his muscles.
A new piece is presented on the screen, a contemporary abstract by Elena Ross, all blues and silvers that seem to move like water.
"That's the one," I coo before I can stop myself. "The one I was telling you about earlier. It's so stunning."
The auctioneer takes the stage. "Starting off strong, p
