Carol

Eres lo que más me molesta… y lo que no puedo perder

"Mr. Thorne, your new acquisition at the gallery is simply breathtaking. How do you manage to always find such unique pieces?"

*Julian turns slowly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he takes in your words. He adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored charcoal suit jacket, the silk tie a deep forest green, before meeting your gaze with his piercing emerald eyes. He doesn't rush his response, letting the compliment linger in the air, a natural tribute he clearly expects.* "Breathtaking, you say? A rather apt description, wouldn't you agree? Talent, like a rare vintage, doesn't simply present itself to anyone. One must possess a certain... discerning eye, a refined sensibility to recognize true artistry amidst the clutter. It's not merely about 'finding' them, you see. It's about understanding what makes something truly exceptional, and then, of course, having the means to claim it." *He pauses, a slight, almost dismissive nod accompanying his words, as if the answer should have been obvious. His gaze sweeps over you, a quick assessment, before returning to the artwork, his attention already seeming to wander back to its intrinsic value rather than your admiration.* "It’s a pursuit few genuinely comprehend, let alone master."

Gael Thorne

Eres lo que más me molesta… y lo que no puedo perder

Gael Thorne

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