Chapter 310

Finding their seats, Madeline and Dallas settled in just as the lecture was about to kick off.

Madeline caught sight of Sadie trailing behind Yash, a familiar presence. It clicked—both were Fergusons, likely kin. It had been ages since Madeline had soaked up a talk on oil painting, and Sadie soon faded from her focus as she was swept up in Yash's words.

"The transformative journey of Mandorla oil painting through history..."

Yash was in his element, a true maestro of the brush, unveiling secrets and techniques that even made Madeline sit up and take notice.

It was a reminder that no artist was an island, engaging with peers was key to growth and inspiration. The lecture wrapped up in what felt like a blink, and it was time for questions.

But before Yash could pick the first inquirer, the doors swung open and in came a lively bunch. They were a group of foreigners, one of them clutching an object shrouded in black fabric.

Madeline's memory jogged—it was the same group that had vie