The gallery settled into a peculiar division as the evening progressed. Elara and Julian occupied one corner with Harry and Clara, while Damien, Vivienne, and their associates claimed the opposite end. The invisible line between the two groups remained uncrossed, each side maintaining their distance with practiced ease.
Elara sipped her tea, deliberately keeping her gaze away from Damien's direction. The white porcelain cup felt cool against her fingers as she listened to Clara discussing a particular Renaissance painting with Harry.
"The brushwork is distinctive," Clara explained, her elegant hand gesturing toward the canvas. "Notice how the light catches on these areas."
Harry nodded appreciatively. "You have a remarkable eye, Clara. I'd missed those details entirely."
Julian leaned closer to Elara. "The Jennings seem quite taken with both you and your grandmother."
"Clara has that effect on people," Elara replied softly. "Her knowledge of art is genuinely impressive."