Katherine stood outside Adolfo's workshop, staring at the ridiculous line of noblewomen waiting eagerly for their turn.
The scene was almost comical—ladies dressed in their finest gowns, fanning themselves dramatically, whispering excitedly among themselves. At the front, a young lady clutched a lace-trimmed handkerchief, cheeks pink as she prepared to have her portrait taken by Adolfo's invention—the so-called "camera."
And, of course, there was Adolfo himself, effortlessly charming his customers. He greeted each lady with that easy smile, red eyes gleaming with amusement as they practically swooned at his attention.
Katherine folded her arms. Popular as ever, I see.
Her gaze flickered toward the camera—his brilliant invention that captured images in an instant. She had been so focused on their conversation about her brother that she had forgotten how remarkable it was. Was this an influence from Jonathas? Did her brother have anything to do with this?
