"Do I hear a higher bid?" It had begun. The auctioneer started with ten thousand bucks, hammering down his gavel. Then, it went higher to hundreds of thousand.
She was not surprised since the artwork was worth more than the initial offer. She knew most of these arts would sell by the thousands or even millions. She always had an eye for those with tremendous worth.
Her father used to ask her to buy pieces she believed would eventually increase their value. Then, her father would sell it at a profitable price. It was a few things she had shared an interest in with her father.
Besides their passion for art, her father did not see her as anything else but a commodity he was willing to trade, marrying her off to the highest bidder. But, of course, she would not have that.
Suddenly, people shouted, in awe of the latest bid. Hastily, she woke up from her trance, looking at the man who had raised his number to offer the highest bid so far.
