ANNELISE POV
“10 thousand dollars!” A lady at the other end bid as my eyes widened, the prize kept going higher and higher, and now it felt more like a competition than an interest in the exceptionally perfect Anamorphic art.
We have been seated here for about two hours listening to crazy rich people bid on different artworks, each bid ending in a ridiculous price.
Alpha Cassius was more focused on the auction than I thought he would, but he never said a word. He just observed while sipping his champagne.
I on the other hand just admired the pieces of artworks being sold to unworthy collectors who weren’t actually interested in the artworks, but needed to win a competition.
This was obviously good for the art gallery, but I was disappointed.
“50 thousand dollars!” An elderly man in G
