CHAPTER 251

ARIA’S POV

Julien stands frozen, stunned by Elodie's abrupt shift in demeanor. Her earlier façade of sophistication and grace crumbles, revealing a raw, unfiltered version of herself. The art gala, once filled with murmurs of admiration and cultured conversation, falls into a tense silence. Those nearby gasp, their shock palpable in the charged air. Elodie's words hang heavy, a stark contrast to the refined setting.

I don't hold back. The frustration that's been simmering within me boils over. The pretense, the sheer audacity of it all, ignites a fire. I address Elodie directly, my voice steady but laced with indignation. I question the point of her presence at this prestigious event, highlighting the absurdity of purchasing art without an ounce of genuine interest or understanding. My words cut through the pretense, exposing her for what she truly is—someone who deems art as worthless yet tries to impress her circle with a veneer of sophistication.

“I really don’t know what are you d