Facing the Storm

"Cordelia... The art exhibition is about to start," Dominic whispered and took a deep breath.

It was almost time, yet nobody came.

In the past, every year's art exhibition would be crowded a few hours ago before the opening.

People would come for Gideon, Cordelia's painting style, or just for Arthur. There would always be a massive wave of a crowd.

Even if she became a housewife after graduation,