The soft glow of the chanderlaiers, the opulent auction abuzz with anticipation, the air thick with the scent and of luxury and soft hum of hushed conversation. Different business men and women filled up the place, the room itself was screaming wealth.
Charlotte and her assistant Jacob, could be said to fit in this place, as their outfit screams wealth. They made their way to the VIP seats. All eyes were on them, almost every one was shock to see who was back, the ice queen looking as elegant as ever or even more elegant, she looks so sexy on her fashionable and luxurious clothes, with the black gown which huged her figure and made her look sexy. She did not glance at them, she made her way to her seat, which was at the front, seating elegantly, with her assistant, seating at her left side.
She could hear the whisper, a look of shock was etched on their faces but she felt unconcerned. As the guest took their seats, the auctioner in a dazzling tuxedo, steeped up the podium, a warm smile spreading across his face, he raised his hand and the room fell silent.
Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed collectors, and honour guest, it is a honour to welcome you all to this year auction and rear equisite items, he declared, his voice blooming through the room.
With a sweep of his arm, he gestured to the elegantly dressed attendees. ''We have an exiciting evening ahead of us, with some remarkable pieces for bid. I'm sure you all have review the catalog, and are ready to begin.
As he spoke his eyes twinkled with warmrh, and his smile put the most seasoned collectors at ease. The room was electric with anticipation, and the auctioneer's charismatic also added to the exictetment.
With a final flourish, he raised his gravel, and the auction began, the room erupting into a flurry of bids and excitement.
Charlotte sat calmly, her expression unreadable, as the auctioneer's voice rose and fell in a rhythmic cadence. The bidding began, and hands shot up around the room like fireworks exploding in the night sky. Each new bid was met with a chorus of "do I hear?" and "going once, going twice," the auctioneer's words weaving a spell of excitement and anticipation.
As the bidding climbed higher and higher, the room grew more electric. The air was charged with tension, each bidder determined to outdo the others. But charlotte remained unmoved, her eyes fixed intently on some point across the room.
It was clear she had her heart set on something – or someone. Her gaze never wavered, even as the bidding reached a fever pitch.
The auctioneer's gavel came down with a resounding crash, signaling the end of the bidding. The room erupted into applause, but she just sat there.
She sat calmly, her expression unreadable, as the auctioneer's voice rose and fell in a rhythmic cadence. The bidding began, and hands shot up around the room like fireworks exploding in the night sky. Each new bid was met with a chorus of "do I hear?" and "going once, going twice," the auctioneer's words weaving a spell of excitement and anticipation.
As the bidding climbed higher and higher, the room grew more electric. The air was charged with tension, each bidder determined to outdo the others. But she remained unmoved, her eyes fixed intently on some point across the room.
It was clear she had her heart set on something. She glanced at the catalog on her hand, there on the book the was a neck lace that look like a tear drop, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Now to the last part of the auction today, the auctioner announced. Here is a a necklace, it is said to be a rear object in the world .
"This was no ordinary tear, for it was said to have been shed by the great Master Artisan himself, as he completed his magnum opus – the fabled Crystal Case. Legend had it that this single, precious tear had been imbued with the essence of his creative soul.
"For centuries, the Crystal Case had been lost to the world, its whereabouts a mystery known only to a select few.