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After we had arrived at the convention center, the receptionist had led us to a big hall, where a small part of it was separated with dividers to create a space for the auction.
When Isa had offered to buy me new clothes I had refused but now, in the middle of suit wearing men and women in costumes, I feel a bit silly in Olivia's pink dress. The fabric is decorated with small strawberries but I honestly don't feel very fruity right now.
Neither of us has ever been to an auction before but Isabella somehow manages to portray the opposite. With thorough gazes she examines what is being portrayed on the small stage.
Paintings, lamps, cutlery. There is lots to look at. The website had mentioned this preview period. All those interested were able to come three hours before the auction starts to view the items before registering.Â
I slightly nudge her and whisper quietly, making sure nobody but Isa can hear me.
