Ashandra Knightson felt the atmosphere quickly turning negative. She sniffed and downed her entire cocktail before giving Iris a sheepish smile.
"Sorry about that, Xiulan. I had been feeling melancholic for a while now. My latest artworks that I recently completed deal with family, relationships, and roots. So exposing myself to that kind of theme every single day has made me reflect on my own situation."
Iris patted her hand. "That's fine, Ashandra. No need to apologize. Are those artworks the ones that will be included in the exhibition here in Paris?"
"Yes. Oh, right! You reminded me. I'll give you the invitation to my art exhibition later. It will be after your launch party, so the two events shouldn't conflict. I hope that you can come."
"I would love to attend your art exhibition, Ashandra."
