Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW

Chapter 12 " Exhibits "

"The subject this year is very thin, not to mention very provocative," one of the males guess fascinated, commenting on having a whisper conversation with his company over the champagne.

"It's just perfect; the theme sets my moods as sexy and liberating; I loved it; loved it; it is like a living fantasy," one of the females said. They both paused and paused and stood up on two women's faces; they were covered in paint naked.

"I wondered if this one is censored," she smiled.

"One thing about art is, you don't have to judge but how you see it," he smirked, leaving, headed to the next, and the soft murmured conversation started growing as people arrived.

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Eight in the evening, Olivine stood near the bookshelves holding her wine glass and herself. Observing her sister, Ofelia, tidying her thin necktie on her tuxedo for the event. Katarina stood outside the glass door, looking at them quietly with mellow jazz in the background coming from those tiny speakers placed on the ceilings.

The gallery had a very classy antique vibe, infused with yellow-gold pin lights few in a wall up to ceilings to enhance the ambience of the gallery and tiny speakers attached visible on ceilings. A thin light with that jewelry stands for a dimmed corner of the place while highlighting and projecting those items on their designated place. It enhances the classic elegant look accompanied by those collectors' antique items, with several antique paintings on the walls. Stepping in will experience in a museum.

Katarina stopped herself when she was about to knock on the glass office door of her boss, Ofelia. Silently standing, witnessing how her boss Ofelia looked after her sister.

Observing her boss giving a parting kiss, pressing her lips next to hers. She then wipes the smudged lipstick on Olivine's lips and stands and stands paused, sipping her champagne, without cutting her eye contact with her sister. Ofelia is checking on her before, about to give an opening speech to begin the exhibit as one of the sponsors and a host. Olivine's face delighted when her sister smiled at her.

Katarina witnessed how her boss bonded with her younger sister; it's unusual from her point of view; jealousy has risen on her part. Olivine is being gentle around women; even on Katarina, she experiences her gentle side of her. But still, those kisses, which she witnesses twice, bother her and startstart to be curious. Why on the lips, where she can plant a kiss on her cheeks? Witnessing,

Olivine kissed her sister back on its cheeks and whispered something. Ofelia slowly walked away carrying her champagne. She looked away, waiting for the door to open in front of her while she slightly bowed down and down and looked away, feeling anxious and anxious and avoiding eye contact with what she saw.

"Evening Miss Katarina," Ofelia clears her throat gently while she is handed a piece of paper and left on the scene. Never said a word; Katarina watched, following her till she disappeared in hallways; Olivine followed her.

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So this is an art for rich and famous people. I may say not the expert one, but collecting models to be a subject for nudity-provoking once desire. Then I remember one of the professors in the expression of the art, as he said back in my college days. Ofelia accepted because I had a small background back in my college days.

This evening, this place is a hell paradise. No wonder why lots of organizers make these kinds of events, a many versions of paradise. Well, not to be obvious, my cheeks started to boil up while up while sipping my wine. I saw Olivine talking to a few people, but one she talks to the longest is this fine, fine, exquisite woman with a younger girl beside them. I assumed maybe she's one of the Ferguson's; her face is very familiar. Furthermore, I