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    Under Luciano’s approving gaze, Paigeunched into her recitation, her voice gaining confidence with each word. “Actually, I’m also a devoted admirer of Rosa. It’s truly an honor to share the same artistic idol with you, Mr. Scott. I often envision the moment we might meet our inspiration together. I’ve made countless pilgrimages to the Ublento Art Museum to stand before Spring Goddess. Each visit unveils newyers, fresh revtions. Rosa captures the very essence of beauty in her work.


    Nothing I’ve encounteredpares to Spring Goddess—how it distills the entire essence of spring into a single canvas. With just a handful of masterful strokes, Rosa conjures a breathtaking spectrum of color, while delicate ink touches reveal the goddess’s beauty andpassion. Yet, the true power of Spring Goddess transcends Rosa’s technical brilliance—it’s the artistic vision that moves us. Viewing this masterpiece through different lenses—angles, times, moods—creates an entirely unique experience each time.”


    Her acting skills kicked in, and emotion overtook Paige. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. “Spring Goddess holds within it every shade of human feeling—drawing one into a world overflowing with emotion from the very first nce.”


    Her final words hung in the air as two crystalline tears traced paths down her wless cheeks.


    The room erupted with thunderous apuse.


    In the livestream’sment section, praise surged like a tidal wave.


    “Hear, hear!”


    “Who knew Paige possessed such profound insight into Rosa’s work? Her art knowledge runs deep. No wonder she reigns as Ublento’s premier socialite—genuine talent shines through.”


    “Paige clearly has the makings of a remarkable orator. Her eloquence astounds me. Many share these feelings butck the vocabry to express them so beautifully.”


    Exhaustion crept through Paige’s body after delivering such an extensive monologue. She had feared she would forget lines, but thankfully, she’d managed to wlessly deliver the script prepared by the production team, earning glowing responses.


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    Paige released a hidden sigh of relief while outwardly maintaining her modesty. “I hope my impromptu thoughts weren’t embarrassingly inadequate.”


    “Quite the contrary! Your interpretation soared! Such profound understanding—and those tears provide the ultimate proof! Only someone who trulyprehends Rosa’s genius could experience such overwhelming emotion. Magnificent, truly magnificent!” Luciano nodded appreciatively. “Paige, with such prating artistic insight, your sess in the art world is inevitable. I have tremendous expectations for you—themunity will soon wee another brilliant, creative mind!”


    Paige ducked her head shyly. “Mr. Scott, you’re far too generous.” Following Luciano’svish praise, Paige’s fans ignited thement section with renewed fervor.


    “Did everyone catch that? Mr. Scott just dered Paige a genius artist!”


    “Paige defies expectations!”


    “I’m desperate to see her work! Where can we view it?”


    “Word has it Paige’s piece will feature in tonight’s Starry Oil Painting Competition. Our visual feast awaits!”


    Elliana surveyed thements scrolling across the massive screen and then shifted her attention to Luciano and Paige, thinking how much of a waste it was that neither had pursued careers in acting.


    While Elliana silently mocked their performance, Luciano’s gaze suddenly locked onto her, his expression hardening to ice. “You seem remarkably articte. Pride must run through your veins. Since Paige requested that I mentor you, I’ll extend one opportunity.”


    Luciano gestured toward Spring Goddess. “Why not share your interpretation of this globally acimed masterpiece?”


    At his suggestion, every eye in the room swiveled toward Elliana. Haley immediately directed the camera to capture Elliana’s reaction. This segment—meticulously orchestrated by the production team—aimed to broadcast Elliana’s humiliation live, transforming her into public entertainment. The elegant phrases Paige had delivered were crafted by a consortium of art experts. Elliana, whose education hadn’t even reached elementarypletion, couldn’t possibly produce anything approaching brilliance. Elliana’smentary falling short of Paige’s wouldn’t constitute the greatest embarrassment—it would merely confirm her inferiority.


    The production team anticipated Elliana’s spectacr failure before millions of viewers, leveraging the moment to manipte public sentiment against the Evans family.


    Elliana pierced through their transparent scheme, her gaze sweeping coolly across Paige’s and Luciano’s smug expressions. She lobbed an unexpected question into the tension. “Do either of you actually understand oil painting?”


    Her query left the assembled crowd exchanging bewildered nces.


    “Elliana, what could you possibly mean by that?”


    “Mr. Scott presides over the Calligraphers and Painters Association, with award-winning works recognized both nationally and internationally. Paige’s eloquentmentary just dazzled everyone present. How dare you suggest theyck understanding of oil painting?”


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