What happened to Crystal did not affect my life much. As I no longer participated in art exhibitions, my life was not much different from before. Every day, I would draw something in front of the easel or roam around with Christopher.
With Christopher around, life was so much more interesting. He could always find ways to make me happy. Even if we were just cuddling and watching soap operas together without doing anything much, I would be happy because he was keeping me company.
That day, Christopher went out to buy something. As he did not return after a long time, I called him. However, he did not pick it up. Thinking that he had to attend to an emergency, I hung up. A call came immediately afterward.
When I glanced at it, I noticed that it was an unfamiliar number from overseas. Feeling puzzled, I picked the call up and asked, “Hello, who are you looking for?”
The man spoke quickly in fluent Ustranasion, so I was completely confused. The only thing I understood was that he was looking for me and wanted to talk about my paintings. Although I had graduated from university and had learned Ustranasion, I never had the chance to speak it again. Hence, I forgot everything.
Left with no choice, I explained in broken Ustranasion, “I’m sorry, but my Ustranasion isn’t good. Can you speak slower?”
The man fell silent, so I wondered if I should hang up. After all, as I did not have any powerful friends overseas, this was probably not about something important. Just when I was about to end the call, a different masculine voice sounded. “Hello, Ms. Yvonne. Are you the artist behind Moonlight Heaven?”
“Hello, I’m Yvonne and I’m the artist who drew Moonlight Heaven. What’s the matter?” I frowned. Initially, I planned to submit Moonlight Heaven to the fourth quarter of the art exhibition. After finishing it, I named it with Christopher. However, the painting was supposed to be hung in his bedroom in the Lane residence.
Furthermore, only both of us knew the name. How did this foreigner know about Moonlight Heaven? Did Christopher tell him about it?
“Ms. Tanner, your artwork, Moonlight Heaven, has received outstanding reviews after being submitted to the Ansley Art Exhibition. Hence, we will be exhibiting it in the gallery for everyone to admire. The grand Ansley Art Exhibition will be held half a month later, so we hope that you can attend it too.”
I almost thought that I had heard him wrongly. Ansley was an extremely renowned artist in the art industry. His art exhibitions curated famous paintings from all over the world. When he hosted his annual art exhibition, countless people would flock there. Every single piece of his artwork would be sold at an extremely high price.
However, his best paintings would be kept carefully in his gallery and displayed only during his annual art exhibition.
Why would Ansley’s art exhibition have my painting? No, the point is, I’ve been chosen! It is every painter’s dream to have their paintings displayed in the most famous art exhibition for others to admire. Am I dreaming or is this sheer luck?
“Ms. Tanner, are you still there? Please speak!” When the man in the call noticed that I was silent, he reminded me.
“Oh, I’m here.” I scratched my head in embarrassment and asked again, “I’m sorry. As I’ve received this news so suddenly, I’m a bit shocked. Did I hear you wrongly? Are you saying that Ansley took a liking to my painting and is going to display it in his private art exhibition?”
“Yes. I’m Ansley’s assistant. Among the hundred paintings we’ve received, he gave your painting extremely high reviews and instructed us to invite you. I’ve already sent the invitation over and you should receive it soon. May I know what you think of this?”
