Chapter 884: The Concept of the Painting

Callie gradually adjusted to the daylight, squinting as she watched the three people on stage holding the knife together to cut the cake. Nelson was calm and composed, no longer the passionate and confused man he had been in the room earlier, now restrained and indifferent. Charlotte was surrounded by people, looking every bit like a princess. She looked at him, and he returned her gaze. It might have been an illusion, but there seemed to be warmth in his eyes. Callie glanced at the audience below. Sienna was also wearing a cheongsam today, in a dark cyan color, smiling as she watched Charlotte. "It's nothing, just thinking that some things in this world are really unfair." Callie scoffed lightly and found a corner to sit down, letting the lively atmosphere on stage continue without her. Jamir's gaze fell on her reddened ankle. "Does your foot hurt?" It was only after his reminder that Callie realized her high heels were a bit small, leaving red marks on her fair ankles. "Yes,