As soon as an invitation to a prestigious art exhibition landed in Yvonne's mailbox, she couldn't resist the opportunity. Now here she was; clad in a beautiful emerald dress that hugged her curves, standing amongst the guests, vibrant paintings adorning the walls.

Stupéfiant. One word that could describe everything in this gallery. From bold abstract pieces to delicate sculptures, each creation held its own unique charm. Eventually, as evening deepened — a throng of guests began to gathered for the much-anticipated art auction, eagerly awaiting the bidding to begin.

"Yvonne.. Yvonne," she murmured under her breath upon searching for her seat—that's hers! Taking her place among the other attendees, a sense of anticipation building within her. Ah, it's also so noisy. Soon enough, Heinrey also took a seat next to hers.

This time, what kind of art they would show? Yvonne pondered, before the auctioneer, Cecilia, began showcasing the first piece up for bidding. Oh, dear.. it's look like a cat wanted to throw up. Is this what they called a modern art?

A frown of disapproval furrowed her forehead, "C'est tellement ridicule," she mumbled, employing French to maintain discretion – unbeknownst to her, her remark eliciting a chuckle from the stranger beside her.

Wait—no! Did he know what she said? Flustered with embarrassment, a blush crept onto her cheeks, hoping no one overheard her statement. Surely he couldn't have.. perhaps he found something else amusing, she speculated.